Halla. No, he had another errand. He spoke ill of you.
Kari. What did he say?
Halla. There is a man just come from the south who saw you at church last Sunday. He told Bjørn that you looked like some one by the name of Eyvind, a thief who had run away. He even thought he recognized the scar on your forehead.
Kari (in a low voice, sitting down). And did the bailiff believe the man was right?
Halla. He said I should tell you that he meant to speak to the judge, and that then you would flee from here this very night.
Kari (rising with a loud laugh). This is to laugh at. Do you know when they will come to catch the thief!
Halla (has been looking at him steadily; holds out her hand to him). Give me your hand, Kari, and say that you have nothing to fear from any man.
Kari (evasively). I understand that this seems strange to you, but the man who saw me must be some one who has a grudge against me from former days, and does this out of spite.
Halla. What do I care about him or about the bailiff! Say that you are innocent!
Kari. So you doubt me, too!