Jon. And the rest of you—where were you?
Bjørg. We were sitting in the badstofa, sorting wool.
Rannveig. It felt as if some one was shaking the roof and trying to pull up the whole house.
Indridi. We were just about to leave our work and run home to hear how you had fared, but then I thought they would be sure to send us word (looking askance at Sveinungi) if anything had happened. Besides, we wanted to get enough turf cut while we were at it so that we should not have to go back another time.
Jon. But I must say that when I began working again, it went against me. It was like cutting into a living thing—like skinning a live animal.
Rannveig. Ugh, yes.
Jon. And the place where we'd cut turf last year looked like an ugly scar.
(Silence.)
Jorunn. Did you meet anybody when you came home from work?
Indridi. No.