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Nay, nay, fear nothing, Signë sweet— I am here, and my good sword.

[Listening to the noise.] What means this? Is my husband—?

Margit!

[Catches sight of them.] Gudmund! And Signë! Are you here?

[Going towards her.] Margit—dear sister!

[Appalled, having seen the goblet which still holds in his hand.] The goblet! Who has drunk from it?

[Confused.] Drunk—? I and Signë—we meant—

[Screams.] O God, have mercy! Help! Help! They will die.