What, mean you, Dame Margit?
MARGIT. [Rising.]
I understand all—
I know why you come to my lonely hall.
GUDMUND.
And you welcome me not, though you know why I came?
[Bowing and about to go.
God's peace and farewell, then, my noble dame!
MARGIT.
To have stayed in the royal hall, indeed,
Sir Knight, had better become your fame.
GUDMUND. [Stops.]
In the royal hall? Do you scoff at my need?