"Ah," said Gunnar, "and for him too I will mend it, though he has no liking for me. Look at him, I ask you, from where you stand, and then from where I do. Whereas his eyes used to follow us about to see what we were doing, now he sees nothing of us at all. Kindly look for yourself."
She did as he told her. She examined Frey very carefully from where she stood and then crossed the floor and stood by Gunnar, but looked at Frey.
"Well?" said Gunnar.
Her answer was not in words, but she looked up at Gunnar with a faint smile. So then he kissed her again, and that kiss was a long one and lasted some time.
"Frey cannot see," she said presently, "and it is my fault. Mend his eye for me."
"Why," said Gunnar, "do you want him to see us?"
She said, "Not always—but sometimes it doesn't matter."
Gunnar said that he would put his eye right, and, more than that, he would freshen him up altogether. He pointed out many flaws in his painting.
Sigrid was not in the mood to deny him anything just now. She agreed readily, and was going away. But she came back again.