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[Beseechingly.] Margit!

Good fortune follow you both!

[Flinging her arms round neck.]  Dear sister!

Margit, I thank you. And now farewell. [Listening.] Hush! I hear the tramp of hoofs in the court-yard.

[Apprehensively.] Strangers have arrived.

The King's men are without. They seek Gudmund Alfson.

Oh God!

[In great alarm.] The King's men!

All is at an end, then. Oh Signë, to lose you now—could there be a harder fate?