Jon. I believe the worst is over and that we shall be let off with the fright.
Indridi. I hope so.
Bjørg. You can never tell. Remember what happened the time when more than three-score farm-houses fell in one night.
Thora. It must have been dreadful.
Sveinungi. Now you must all go into the tent. The Servants go in.
Jakobina. I shouldn't wonder if something dreadful were to happen to the farm. Goes into the tent.
(Sveinungi stands quite still a little while, then walks a few steps, pauses, takes a few more steps, and again stops.)
Enter Ljot from the tent.
Ljot. Are you not coming, father? Mother told me to ask you to come in.
Sveinungi. Why doesn't she lie down? She need not wait for me.