Jorunn. Then come in, if you want to see what I have bought.
Einar (steps out into the door of the smithy. He holds a snuff-box in his hand, and is rolling up a long plug of tobacco, which he puts into the box). This tastes better; the old stuff was getting as dry as hay. (Spits.) Oh, well, there was a time, but that's so long ago.
Helgi. What are you talking about?
Einar. It was a winter night, and I was lying in wait for the fox. Well, what happened was neither more nor less than this, that when I wanted to take a chew of tobacco, I found I'd left the box at home. I can stand it for one night, I thought, but it was cold where I was lying, and the fox made himself scarce. Let me tell you, when I had been waiting till nearly dawn, I'd gladly have given my soul for a good honest chew.
(Ljot passes through from the right, carrying some freshly gathered flowers in her hand. Goes into the house.)
Helgi. And did you get the fox?
Einar. I did. It came just as I was about to go home.
Enter Indridi from the house.
Jon. When you got home, I'm sure you went straight for a good big plug of tobacco.
Einar. Maybe I did! It was the finest blue fox I've ever shot.