Thora. It will be a long night.
Rannveig. Poor Ljot! The Servants walk slowly into the tent.
(Einar and Ljot remain. Silence.)
Einar (goes to Ljot). I wish I could make you happy as easily now as when you were a little girl.
Ljot (struggling with her tears). Father does not care for me at all. He does not think of me for a moment.
Einar. Your father cares for you, no doubt of that, but he is beside himself with the earthquake.
Ljot. You don't know what I am talking about. In sudden fear. If only something dreadful does not happen!
Einar. We must trust to the Lord to keep us all. Won't you too try to lie down?
Ljot. I can't sleep.
Einar. Perhaps you would rather stay here a little while. Let me bring a shawl for you; it is getting cold. Goes into the tent.