Enter a Farm Hand.
The Farm Hand. Is Arnes here by any chance?
Arnes. Here I am.
The Farm Hand. There is a sheep with earmarks that nobody can make out. Will you come over and take a look at it?
Arnes (rising). No peace to be had!
Halla (holding out her hand to Arnes). Thanks for the story. Arnes takes Halla's hand. Exit.
The Farm Hand (to Jon). Your brown bell-wether ran away from the men as they were trying to drive it in.
Jon (rising). That promises a fine fall. (All the peasants rise.)
Jon's Wife (to Halla). We shall see each other later.
Halla. So we shall. Exeunt peasants.