Jorunn. And no outsider has been here this afternoon. They don't come when they are wanted. I ought to have sent one of you to the next farm to find out how things were there, anyway.
Jon. I can easily go yet, if mistress wants me to.
Jorunn. Oh, no, it's getting late. I hope we shall have no bad tidings from any one.
Indridi. I hope so, too.
Jon. I'm afraid the Vik farm-house has fallen. It is both old and poorly built—nothing like ours.
(Silence.)
Einar. You should have seen the hawks, Jorunn, right after the shock. They kept flying back and forth, just as they do when they're warding off a foe from their nest.
Jorunn. They were frightened.
Einar. And no wonder. Great pieces of rock came tumbling down into the creek. The sheep out on the heath yonder huddled together in flocks, looking like old snow.
Jon. Then you were out hunting.