Halla. Don't touch me!
Kari (lets his arms fall. An expression of sadness comes into his voice). I thought you were the only one who understood that I could not help what I did. Neither could you help what you have done, and yet you are bringing my misdeeds up against me.
Halla. Never before have I upbraided you for this, but you put the whole blame on me.
Kari. And you said it in such a hard tone. It was as if you struck me with stones.
Halla. My voice was no harder than yours.
Kari. It's becoming in you to chide me, as if you had not yourself urged me to steal many a time!
Halla. Since we became outlawed we have had a right to steal. We had to do it to keep from starving.
Kari. I thought you had forgiven me, and then you have been hoarding your charges. For sixteen years you have kept them, and they have not been corrupted either by rust or moth.
Halla. Come now, don't be angry, Kari. I said it in the heat of temper.
Kari. I am not angry, but it hurt so! I thought that you would be my spokesman before the Great Judge. If you If could forgive me, He might do it, too.