Is there then another way?
Sorrow's rising hills may they
Not reach up to heaven, pray?
Help me—lest I die.
(They cover their eyes in prayer. Silence.)
Jorunn (uncovers her eyes). The peace of God be with us.
(The Servants rise and shake hands.)
Jorunn (patting Frida's cheek). Now you must not be afraid of the earthquake any more. When we trust in Him, no harm can befall us. (Gathers the hymn-books.) Please take the books back to the tent, Ljot; it's a little too early yet to go in. (Ljot goes with the books.) And you may fetch the shoes I was sewing. I left them in there.
(Some sit on the rocks, others squat in the grass. Only Sveinungi remains standing.)
Ljot (coming from the tent). Here are the shoes, mother.