Arnes. Two and a half.
Kari (pleased). Do you know what we'll do? We'll hide the swan and say that we've come home empty-handed. (Takes the swan.) Hand me the ptarmigans. (Hides them behind the hut.) Now I wish Halla would come soon. (Walks to the back and blows his horn.)
Halla (is heard answering). Hello!
Kari. Here she comes.
Arnes. You are a happy mortal.
Kari. Yes, I am happy, and it is good to be here. We are free. We have enough to eat. We have sunshine, water, and shelter. What more do you want? (Arnes is silent.) I know you are brooding over something you don't want to tell me. You seem more gloomy every day. Are you longing to get away from here?
Arnes. Don't let us talk about such things to-day.
Kari. Perhaps it would do you good to unburden yourself to me or, better still, to Halla. She is wiser than I am, and she cares a good deal for you, I tell you.
Arnes. There are not many like Halla.
Kari (hastily). We won't tell Halla about the mist. It might frighten her.