Sølvi (lowering his voice). Do you never go for a walk by yourself in the hraun?
Ljot. Why do you ask?
Sølvi. You know the pretty spot by the old roan tree; it is not more than a good ten minutes' walk from here. I thought perhaps you might go there sometimes on Sundays.
Ljot (blushes). I don't know—
Sølvi. I shall be there all day Sunday. Good-bye, Ljot.
Ljot (confused). Good-bye.
Sølvi. I shall be there at sunrise, and I shall be there when the sun goes down. Exit to the left.
Enter Sveinungi, hurriedly.
Sveinungi. Who was it that went just now?
Indridi. Is he gone? It was Sølvi.