Halla. And where shall you go?
Kari. To the mountain plain where the warm springs are. I lived there before I came to you.
Halla. How long will it take you to reach it?
Kari. Three days. It is about in the middle of the country.
Halla. And there you will build your hut?
Kari. No; last time I lived in a lava cave. I had brought with me some tools that my brother gave me, and I left them there. Something told me that I might need them again. (He is silent.)
Halla (taking his hand). You must tell me more, much more. I want to see the place where you will live (with a strange smile), so that I can come and visit you in my thoughts.
Kari. I forget what I have told you and what I have not told you. You may think that the hills are wild and forbidding, but that is not so at all. In the summer, when the sun is shining, they are beautiful. The glaciers lie like white untrodden land in a sea of sand, their lower rim flashing green and blue in the sunlight. When you come nearer, you see a chain of jagged sandhills like a dark surf, where the glacier and the sand waste meet. He is silent again. Halla has picked a flower and is pulling its petals. Why are you doing that? What are you asking about?
Halla. You love me!
Kari. Do you need to ask a flower about that? (Rising.) Are you not the least bit sorry that we must part?