Jon. It was Sølvi. He carried his gun.
(Silence.)
Ljot. How still it is on the hraun.
Einar. I thought you were listening for something, while you lay there quiet as a mouse. I thought you were listening for the earthquake.
Frida. Can one hear the earthquake when it is coming?
Rannveig. Are you afraid? Yes, sometimes it can be heard a little before the shock. They say it sounds like the clatter of hoofs from many hundred horses.
Bjørg. To me it sounded like the whistling of the wind.
Jorunn. You should sit down, Sveinungi. You'll get tired standing.
Sveinungi. I am not tired.
(Silence.)