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[Whispering to each other, as they both point at ] There she is!

[Starting.] Aye, mine.

[Likewise.] No, mine!

[Softly, half bewildered.] Signë!

[As before, to ] What mean you by that?

I mean that 'tis Signë whom I—

Signë! Signë is my betrothed in the sight of God.

[With a cry.] It was she! No—no!

[To himself, as he catches sight of her.] Margit! She has heard everything.