EGIL [Slowly rises.] My secret?
THORDIS Come, sit with me on this bank, And I will be a listening stream, a bird, An opening flower, to overhear you.
[He follows and sits beside her; the Shadow slowly moves toward them.]
EGIL But—
THORDIS That thought which falters now behind your lips.
EGIL I have no thought which hides from you. [The Shadow moves between them. Egil starts up with a cry.] Again! Again it falls upon me!
THORDIS What?
EGIL ’Tis gone.
THORDIS What’s gone?