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Erhart? My own son? My child?

Yes; for then I would go straight home again.

[After reflecting a moment, firmly.] Erhart himself shall choose between us.

[Looking doubtfully and hesitatingly at her.] He choose? Dare you risk that, Gunhild?

[With a hard laugh.] Dare I? Let my boy choose between his mother and you? Yes, indeed I dare!

[Listening.] Is there some one coming? I thought I heard

Then it must be Erhart.

[There is a sharp knock at the door leading in from the hall, which is immediately opened. ''enters, in evening dress, and with outer wraps. She is followed by , who has not had time to announce her, and looks bewildered. The door remains half open.''