Halla. You shall not touch it.
Arnes (stands for a moment, puzzled). Will you not forgive me what I said? I cannot bear to have you angry with me.
Halla. I am not angry.
Arnes. When you were ill, I once brought you some green leaves that had come up through the snow. Then you gave me a kiss.
Halla. Did I? (Smiles; kisses him lightly on the cheek.) Have you peace in your soul now?
Arnes. I don't know. I believe I shall never have peace in my soul any more.
(They are silent.)
Halla. You were good to me the time I was ill.
Arnes. I am not good to anybody. I am wicked.
Halla. You are not.