Arnes. Then you have it coming to you. Shall I tell you what they are saying about you in these parts?
Kari. Is it about me and Halla?
Arnes. I have heard that too, but this story is about yourself.
Kari. I would rather be spared listening to gossip.
Arnes. If I had been quite sure that it was nothing but gossip, I should not have opened my mouth about it.
Kari (laughing coldly). You are at least frank.
Arnes (rising). It is all the same to me, but if you have anything to hide, you had better keep your eyes and ears open, for you have an enemy, that much I can tell you.
Kari. I don't know that I have harmed any one around here.
Arnes. You live and fill your place. That is enough to make enemies.
Enter Halla with a wooden mug filled with porridge and milk. The lid is turned back and some meat, dried fish, and butter are placed upon it.