The Feast at Solhoug eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 70 pages of information about The Feast at Solhoug.

The Feast at Solhoug eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 70 pages of information about The Feast at Solhoug.

MARGIT.

Signe—­you are still a child; you know not what it means to have ever in your heart the dread of—­ [Suddenly breaking off.] Think, Signe, what it must be to wither and die without ever having lived.

SIGNE.

[Looks at her in astonishment, and shakes her head.] Nay, but, Margit—?

MARGIT.

  Aye, aye, you do not understand, but none the less—­

     [They go up again, talking to each other.  GUDMUND and KNUT
       come down on the other side.

GUDMUND.

Well, if so it be—­if this wild life no longer contents you—­ then I will give you the best counsel that ever friend gave to friend:  take to wife an honourable maiden.

KNUT.

Say you so?  And if I now told you that ’tis even that I have in mind?

GUDMUND.

Good luck and happiness to you then, Knut Gesling!  And now you must know that I too—­

KNUT.

  You?  Are you, too, so purposed?

GUDMUND.

  Aye truly.  But the King’s wrath—­I am a banished man—­

KNUT.

Nay, to that you need give but little thought.  As yet there is no one here, save Dame Margit, that knows aught of the matter; and so long as I am your friend, you have one in whom you can trust securely.  Now I must tell you—­

     [He proceeds in a whisper as they go up again.

SIGNE.

  [As she and MARGIT again advance.] But tell me then Margit—!

MARGIT.

  More I dare not tell you.

SIGNE.

Then will I be more open-hearted than you.  But first answer me one question. [Bashfully, with hesitation.] Is there no one who has told you anything concerning me?

MARGIT.

  Concerning you?  Nay, what should that be?

SIGNE.

[As before, looking downwards.] You said to me this morning:  if a wooer came riding hither—?

MARGIT.

That is true. [To herself.] Knut Gesling—­has he already—? [Eagerly to SIGNE.] Well?  What then?

SIGNE.

[Softly, but with exultation.] The wooer has come!  He has come, Margit!  I knew not then whom you meant; but now—!

MARGIT.

  And what have you answered him?

SIGNE.

Oh, how should I know? [Flinging her arms round her sister’s neck.] But the world seems to me so rich and beautiful since the moment when he told me that he held me dear.

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