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There lies a life-time between. Every fair memory from those days have I wasted and let slip

It was your right.

And meantime you, Ingeborg, loving, faithful woman, have dwelt there in the north, guarding and treasuring your memories, in ice-cold loneliness!

It was my happiness.

And I could give you up to win might and riches! With you at my side, as my wife, I had found it easier to be a king.

God has been good to me in willing it otherwise. A soul like mine had need of a great sin, to arouse it to remorse and expiation.

And now you come?

As Andres Skialdarband's widow.

Your husband is dead!

On the way from Jerusalem.