Knut Gesling has slain him.
SIGNE.
Slain!
GUDMUND.
[Drawing his sword.] Not yet, I hope. [Whispers to MARGIT.]
Fear not. No one has drunk from your goblet.
MARGIT.
Then thanks be to God, who has saved us all!
[She sinks down on a chair to the left. Gudmund hastens towards the door at the back.
ANOTHER HOUSE-CARL.
[Enters, stopping him.] You come too late. Sir Bengt is dead.