Sveinungi. It's rather He who is tempting me. If I ran away, it would serve me right to have the house fall down. (Pointing to the house.) There it has stood waiting for me every evening as far back as I can remember. I have seen the windows flaming in the sun. I have seen them wet with rain. I have seen them white with frost. I've been with it ever since I was a child. I have climbed on the roof as I climbed on my father's shoulders. When I stood on the ridge, it seemed it had lifted me up to let me see better. No, Jorunn, even if I knew the earthquake to be coming, I should go home. Nor is it any wonder that I long to get into my own bed. I am old now, and I have waked up there almost every morning of my life. I have gone to bed so tired and worn that I could barely stand on my feet and have waked up young and strong. I have been ill and have lain there watching the sunbeams flitting across the floor. Sveinungi walks homeward.
Jorunn. Are you going home? (Following him hurriedly.) Whatever happens, your fate shall be mine.
Sveinungi (stops and looks back). Do you hear that? She is not afraid, my wife. Sveinungi and Jorunn walk homeward.
Ljot. How can you do it, father? (Walks a few steps away from the others and remains standing there.)
Jakobina. God be with you, Jorunn, and with you, Sveinungi. You have been good to me, these nineteen years. Goes into the tent.
(Silence.)
Helgi. There, they went in.
Bjørg. Yes, they are in there now.
Jon. I think we had better go and lie down, since there is nothing we can do.
Indridi. No, we can do nothing.