Jorunn. Thank you, daughter.
(Ljot lies down in the grass, gazing out over the "hraun.")
Indridi. Did you hear the church-bells ringing?
Einar. I did not hear them.
Jorunn. I did. They rang of themselves.
(Silence.)
Indridi. Where were you, Thora, when the shock came?
Thora. In the kitchen.
Indridi. It's your week, isn't it?
Thora. I don't know how I ever got out, for the whole floor heaved under me, so that I was thrown right against the wall, and you should have seen me when I came out—all black from the falling soot.