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 the letter.] O God! From him! and here in Norway

[To herself.] He is coming here. He is coming here to-night!—Ay, then 'tis with our wits we must fight, not with the sword.

Enough, enough, good fellows; we are well armed now. Set we forth now on our way!

[With a sudden change of tone.] No man shall leave my house to-night!

But the wind is fair, noble lady; 'twill take us quickly up the fiord, and

It shall be as I have said.

Are we to wait till to-morrow, then?

Till to-morrow, and longer still. No armed man shall go forth from Östråt yet awhile.