Page:The collected works of Henrik Ibsen (Heinemann Volume 2).djvu/149



[Softly and with self-control.] I know not; but this I know, that her bow has been here. Ay, I thought no less! Hush, hush! [To herself.] So bitterly did she hate him! [Aside.] She has slain him—the night before the combat; then after all she loved me. [A thrill of dread runs through the whole group; —the ride of the fallen warriors to Valhal—hurtles through the air.

[In terror.] Father! See, see!

What is it?

Up there—all the black horses!

It is the clouds that

Nay, it is the dead men's home-faring

[With a shriek.] Mother is with them.

All good spirits!