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So much has changed—ah, so much!—since then—

Margit, you  be happy and gay! Have you not serving-maids many, and thralls? Costly robes hang in rows on your chamber walls; How rich you are, none can say. By day you can ride in the forest deep, Chasing the hart and the hind; By night in a lordly bower you can sleep, On pillows of silk reclined.

And he comes to Solhoug! He, as a guest!

What say you?

Naught.—Deck you out in your best. That fortune which seemeth to you so bright May await yourself.

Margit, say what you mean!