Einar. Thank you. (Drinks.)
Sveinungi (sees the Shepherd Boy). Are you here? Why, the girls are all through milking. Do you suppose you can keep the sheep standing in the fold all day? (The Shepherd Boy is about to go.) Wait a minute! I have a little thing here that I bought for you yesterday. (Takes a knife from his vest pocket.) I think the blade is good iron, and that is the main thing. (Gives him the knife. The Shepherd Boy kisses him.) It is not much. You are welcome to it.
The Shepherd Boy (opens the knife). Look, Einar, it's a regular hunting-knife. (Closes it, runs to the left, calling.) Snati! Pila! Snati!
Rannveig. You needn't call the dogs. They are up at the fold. Exit the Shepherd Boy.
Sveinungi. That boy will amount to something in time. It's well done for one so young to tend more than four-score sheep, and he hasn't lost one yet. Takes the flask back to the house.
Jon. He's in mighty good humor to-day, the old man.
Bjørg. I should say so.
Indridi. Why, he got the highest price for his wool.
Jon. And a sorry day it would be when we didn't get that!
Indridi. What do you think Jakobina had in mind when she asked about the birds?