Gudfinna. I don't know where she is now. She is so restless to-day. A while ago she climbed up on a knoll to see if the last drove was coming down from the hills. I hardly know whether it's the sheep or Kari she is looking for.
Arngrim. We don't get tired of watching for what we are looking forward to. I have but one thing to look forward to. (Sits down on one of the rocks.)
Gudfinna. And what is that, poor fellow?
Arngrim. To hear the nails being driven into my coffin. Then I should say like the man in the story: "Now I'd laugh if I weren't dead."
Enter Halla, happy and smiling, wearing a silver girdle around her waist.
Halla. The last flock is coming, and it is not the smallest. Kari is with it.
Gudfinna. Of course he is with it.
Halla (laughing). Yes, of course. (To Arngrim.) I am glad to see you here.
Arngrim. Did you happen to bring anything good from home?
Halla (smiling). You never can tell. (Searching in one of the saddle-bags, she finds a blue flask which she hands to Arngrim.) You may keep the bottle.