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SCANDINA\TAN CLASSICS
VOLUME VI
MODERN ICELANDIC
PLAYS

ESTABLISHED BY
NIELS POULSON

MODERN ICELANDIC PLAYS
EYVIND OF THE HILLS
THE HRAUN FARM
BY
jOhann sigurj6nsson ""jt
TRANSLATED BY
HENNINGE KROHN SCHANCHE

NEW YORK
THE AMERICAN-SCANDINAVIAN FOUNDATION
LONDON: HUMPHREY MILFORD
OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
I916

Copyright, igi6, by The '^American-Scandinavian Foundation
•iAll Stage Rights reserved by Henninge Krohn Schanche

©. ®. Updike ¦ The 'Jkerrymount Tress • Boston ¦ U. S.<iA.

, CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION vii
EYVIND OF THE HILLS I
THE HRAUN FARm' 8 1

INTRODUCTION
BOTH volumes of the Scandinavian Classics selected
to appear in 1916 are by natives of Iceland. They be
long, however, to periods of time and to modes of writing
remote from each other. Snorri Sturluson, the greatest of
Icelandic historians, was born in 1 1 79. His Prose Edda, the
companion-piece of the present volume, is a Christian's
account of Old Norse myths and poetic conceptions thus
happily preserved as they were about to pass into oblivion.
More than seven hundred years separate Johann Sigur-
jonsson from Snorri, and his work is in dramatic, not saga
form. But even as in outward appearance modern Iceland
is not unlike ancient Iceland, so the Icelandic writers of the
present have marked kinship with the past. Despite many
centuries of relative neglect, the old traditions lived on,
cherished by scholars, until now, at the beginning of the
twentieth century, the Icelandic mind appears to be again
renascent and creative. Einar Jonsson, the sculptor, has his
counterpart in the domain of letters in such recent writers
as Jonas Jonasson, Einar Hjorleifsson, Gudmundur Mag-
nusson, Jonas Gudlaugsson, Gunnar Gunnarson, and Gud
mundur Kamban, while every important fjord and valley
can claim its own poet or novelist. As yet, the most distin
guished performance of these younger authors is the play
printed in this volume, Eyvind of the Hills (Bjarg-Ejv'tnd
og Hans Hustru)., by Johann Sigurjonsson. Among literary
phenomena Eyvind of the Hills is a surprise, almost as
though Iceland woke to find her naked mountains clothed
in forest in a night.
Let Sigurjonsson tell his life story in his own words : ' " I
' a letter dated November 7, 1912, to M. Leon Pineau, published in La Revue
(Paris), July 1, 1914.

viii INTRODUCTION
was born June 19, 1880, on a large farm in the northern
part of Iceland. Our household numbered about twenty
people. A broad stream, well stocked with salmon ; on both
sides of the river, rocks where thousands of eider-ducks
had their nests ; a view out over the Atlantic with high clifFs
where sea-birds lived; lava- fields with unusual flowers ; and
in the distance blue mountains; such was the theatre where
I acted my childhood pieces and where I wrote my first
poems. " When fourteen years old, I was sent to school at Reyk
javik; but after pocketing the diploma of the upper class,
my longing led me down to Copenhagen, where I chose
the study of veterinary science. For three years I worked
zealously at my studies and took all the preliminary exam
inations required, until suddenly I burned my ships and
resolutely threw myself into the work of a playwright. At
first one difficulty piled up after another. To begin with,
I had to write in a language not my own. And then, what
knowledge I had of human nature was limited to a most in
complete knowledge of myself and of a few college chums
of my own age. Besides, it was not long before I had to
concern myself about mere bread and butter.
" My first victory was an appreciative letter from Bjorn-
stjerne Bjornson, wherein he promised warmly to recom
mend me to Gyldendal's, the great publishing house, which
subsequently published my first play. Dr. Rung.
" My second victory was the acceptance by the Dagmar
Theatre of The Hraun Farm. After the sometime directors
of that theatre resigned, my play passed into the control
of the Royal Theatre. Finally, I made my stage debut with
Eyvind of the Hills., which was received with much enthu
siasm both by press and public.

INTRODUCTION ix
" In order to give as much actuality as possible to this
drama, I traversed Iceland on foot .from north to south
and saw the places high up in the wild mountain waste
where Eyvind lived with his wife. In my little garret in
Copenhagen I had learned by my own experience the agony
of loneliness."
Sigurjonsson's first drama. Dr. Rung, was written in
Danish and published in 1905. This tragedy presents a
young Copenhagen physician, Harold Rung, who is en
deavoring to find a specific against tuberculosis. In order
to test the effect of his serum, he decides to inoculate
himself with the disease, and the pleading of Vilda, who
loves him, fails to shake him from his purpose. The remedy
proves a failure; the young scientist goes mad, giving Vilda
poisoned grapes.
The Hraun Farm was published in Icelandic in 1908
{Bondinn a Hrauni)., and in Danish in 1 91 2 {Gaarden
Hraun'). In rewriting the play for the Copenhagen stage,
Sigurjonsson gave it a happy ending, thus changing a tra
gedy into a pleasant dramatic idyl of contemporary country
life in Iceland. It is the familiar Scandinavian theme ofthe
struggle of human love with love of the homestead. An old
farmer, Sveinungi, is a veritable patriarch living at the edge
of the " hraun," the lava-field. His only daughter, Ljot, he
has destined for a sturdy neighbor's son, who will keep up
the estate. But the girl falls in love with a young geologist
and arouses her father's wrath, until the play ends with a
scene in which Sveinungi is won over by Jorunn, his per
suasive wife. The action is interrupted by an earthquake.
The dialogue is well maintained and rises to heights of lyri
cal splendor. In point of dramatic effectiveness. The Hraun
Farm may be regarded as only a preliminary study com-

X INTRODUCTION
pared to the next play, but its picture of pastoral Iceland
makes it a fitting companion-piece to the greater drama in
the present volume.
All other work of Sigurjonsson and the younger Ice
landic dramatists pales beside Eyvind of the Hills, writ
ten in Danish and published in 191 1 ,' The high sky of dra
matic vision, the simple nobility of the characters por
trayed, and the poetry of exalted passion raise above the
ordinary this stern tragedy of natural lives in the wilder
ness. Eyvind is a man of heroic mould, who was forced by
circumstances and hunger to the state of a common thief.
When outlawed, he fled to the mountains. Seeking human
companionship, he now descends into a valley where his
identity is unknown and takes service with Halla, a rich
young widow. She learns of his disguise only to fall in
love with his real character. Persecuted by her brother-in-
law, who wishes to marry her, and possessed by a great
love, she insists on sharing the outlaw's lot and escapes
with him to his old haunt in the mountains. Here they have
two children, but she is obliged to sacrifice them both in
turn, and to flee ever farther away. The last act finds the
outlaw and his wife facing each other in a lonely hut, in the
midst of a snowstorm which has shut off every avenue of
sustenance. Although the beautiful reality of love is there,
they are tormented by hunger and utter need into doubts
and mutual reproaches, and at last seek death in the snow.
According to the historical facts upon which the story
is based, a stray horse found its way to the hut of the starv
ing couple, and so their lives were saved. Sigurjonsson used
' The English translation combines features of the original edition and a re
vised version printed in 1913. The play appeared also in Icelandic [Fjalla-
Eyvindur) in 1912.

INTRODUCTION xi
this ending when he rewrote the last scenes of the fourth
act for Fru Dybvad, who played the part of Halla in Co
penhagen, concluding with Halla's exclamation : " So there
is then a God ! " With Eyvind, as with The Hraun Farm,
we can thus take our choice of two endings.
The Wish (Onsket), Sigurjonsson's latest play, was pub
lished in 1915. Gloomy and terrible, but strong and re
strained, it is built on a theme of seduction, remorse, and
forgiveness in death, woven about the legendary figure of
Galdra-Loftur, who lived in Iceland at the beginning of
the eighteenth century. It ends with an intensely dramatic
scene in the old cathedral church at Holar.
In addition to these four plays, Sigurjonsson has also
written some beautiful verse.
In Mrs. Schanche, Sigurjonsson has a translator well
fitted by artistic family traditions for the task. Herself of
Norwegian descent, she has been for upward of thirty years
a resident of Philadelphia. She has interpreted the pure
idiom of Sigurjonsson's dialogue with real dramatic per
ception. In editing the volume the Publication Committee
has had the valuable assistance of Hanna Astrup Larsen.
Georg Brandes, the veteran Danish critic, though not
given to over optimism, has recognized Sigurjonsson's dis
tinction, and the Icelander is acclaimed by the public who
best know Ibsen and Strindberg, in Copenhagen, Stock
holm, and Christiania. Eyvind has been successful also on
the German stage. "Poetic talent of high order," says
Brandes, " manifests itself in this new drama, with its seri
ousness, rugged force, and strong feeling. Few leading
characters, but these with a most intense inner life; cour
age to confront the actual, and exceptional skill to depict
it; material fully mastered and a corresponding confident

xii INTRODUCTION
style ! " And the French critic, Leon Pineau, concludes a
long account of Sigurjonsson's production with the follow
ing estimate of Eyvind of the Hills: "In this drama there
is no haze of fantasy, no bold and startling thesis, not even
a new theory of art — nothing but poetry; not the poetry of '
charming and fallacious words, not that of lulling rhythm,
nor of dazzling imagery which causes forgetfulness, but
the sublimely powerful poetry which creates being of flesh
and blood like ourselves — to whom Johann Sigurjonsson
has given of his own soul."
Written by the author in a language not his by birth,
this rock-ribbed tragedy of the strong and simple passions
of Iceland lends itself peculiarly to international interpre
tation. It is with some curiosity, therefore, as well as sat
isfaction, that we introduce to English readers a young
representative of the renaissance of Icelandic literature.
How will he be judged by our countrymen, and what will
be his place, if any, upon the American stage.? H. G. L.
Newj York, June i, 1916.

EYVIND OF THE HILLS
lEJ^RG-EJFIND OG HANS HUSTRU]
A DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS
I9II

Halla's servants.

DRAMATIS PERSONS
Halla [pronounced Hadld), a well-to-do widow.
Kari {^pronounced Kowri), overseer on Halla' s farm.
Bj0RN, Halla's brother-in-law, farmer and bailiff.
Arnes, a vagrant laborer.
Gudfinna, an elderly, unmarried relative of the family.
MagnusOddny
SiGRID
A Shepherd Boy
Arngrim, a leper.
A District fudge.
ToTA, a child of three years.
Peasants, peasant women, and farm-hands.
The action takes place in Iceland in the middle of the eight
eenth century. The story of the two principal characters is
founded on historical events. Halla's nature is moulded on
a Danish woman's soul.

ACT I
A '¦'¦ badstofa" or servants' hall. Along each side-wall, a row
of bedsteads with bright coverlets of knitted wool. Between the
bedsteads, a narrow passageway. On the right, the entrance,
which is reached by a staircase. On the left, opposite the en
trance, a dormer-window -with panes of bladder. On the right,
over the bedsteads, a similar window. Long green blades of grass
are visible through the panes. In the centre back a door opens
into Halla' s bed-chamber, which is separated from the ^'¦bad
stofa" by a thin board partition. A small table-leaf is attached
by hinges to the partition. A copper train-oil lamp is fastened
in the doorcase. Over the nearest bedsteads a cross-beam runs at
a man's height from the floor ; from this to the roof-tree is half
of a man's height. Under the window stands a painted chest.
CuTued wooden boxes are pushed in under the bedsteads. The
'¦'¦badstofa" is old, the woodwork blackened by age and soot.
It is early spring, a late afternoon. Gudfinna and Oddny are
sitting on the beds facing each other, Gudfin,na mending shoes,
Oddny putting patches on a coat. The Shepherd Boy is standing
in the middle of the room, throwing a dart adorned with red
cock's feathers. The costumes are old Icelandic.
The Boy (throws his dart). Ho! ho! I came pretty near hit
ting her that time!
Gudfinna. Hitting whom.?
The Boy. Can't you see the little spider hanging down
from the beam ^ I mean to shoot and break her thread.
Oddny. You are always up to some tomfoolery.
Gudfinna. Leave the poor creature in peace ! It has done
you no harm.
The Boy {laughing). Do you think she 'd break her legs
if she should happen to fall down on the floor }

4 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Gudfinna. I won't have it ! Destroying a spider's web is
sure to bring bad luck, and you '11 end by tearing the win
dow-pane with your dart.
The Boy. Kari has told me of a man who broke a bow
string with one shot, and that from way off. (Shoots.)
Gudfinna. If you don't stop, you shall wear your shoes
with the holes in them.
The Boy {fulling the dart out of the beam). Would you
rather have me shoot your ear-locks.?
Gudfinna. Are you crazy, lad .? You might hit my eyes.
The Boy. I must have some kind of fun. I think I '11 have
a shot at Oddny's plaits.
Oddny. If you dare !
The Boy {laughing). If I have bad luck, you will look at
Kari with only one eye.
Oddny. You need a good spanking.
Gudfinna. Kari ought not to have given you that dart.
The Boy {going to the spider, makes a fanning motion with his
hand). Up, old spinning-woman, if you bode good! Down,
if you bode ill ! Up, if you bode good ! Down, if you bode ill !
Gudfinna. You are awfully hard on your shoes, worse
than a grown man. I hope you don't walk on the sharpest
stones just for fun.?
Oddny. Of course he does !
The Boy.The sheep were so restless to-day. Some of them
came near slipping away from me.
Oddny. If they had, you would n't be riding such a high
horse now!
Gudfinna. Have they been bad to you, laddie .? Do you
never feel timid when you are ^lone so much.?
The Boy. Sometimes I keep thinking what I should do
if a mad bull came tearing down the mountains.

ACT FIRST 5
Gudfinna. Don't speak of them ! They are the worst
monsters in the world — except, perhaps, the skofHn.
The Boy. What is a skofiin .? '
Gudfinna. Don't you know that.? When a rooster gets
to be very old, he lays an egg, and if that 's hatched, it be-S
comes a skoflin. It kills a man by just looking at him, and
the only thing that can slay it is a church-blessed silver
bullet. Indeed, there are many things you have to be care
ful of, my child. Are you not afraid of the outlaws .? They 're
not good, those fellows; they go about in skins with the
wool on them and carry long sticks with ice-spurs, and that
at midsummer. Have you ever seen anything of them.?
The Boy. No, but yesterday I pretty near got scared.
There came a man with a big bag under his arm. I did n't
know him at first, but it was only Arnes.
Gudfinna. And what did he want of you .?
The Boy. He asked me to show him the way to a spring.
He was thirsty.
Gudfinna. You had better not have too much talk with
him. {Hands him the shoes.) There! Now they will last till
to-morrow anyway. {Kneels down, pulls out a box, and ex
amines its contents.) Enter Halla from her chamber.
Halla. It is time for the sheep to be milked.
The Boy. I am going now to drive them home. I was
waiting for my shoes.
Halla. Have you seen anything of the cows to-day .?
The Boy. No. {To Oddny.) When I get rich I'll give you
a cow's tail to tie up your plaits with.
Oddny. Hold your tongue ! \_Exit the Boy.
Halla {smiling). I heard him teasing you a while ago.

6 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Oddny. He's forever pestering me about Kari — as if
I cared! Halla {with a little laugh). Well,Sigrid does n't take such
good care of Magnus's clothes as you of Kari's. \_Exit.
Oddny {is silent for a moment and looks at the door). If I
were a widow and owned a farm, the men would be notic
ing me too, even if I had been nothing but a poor orphan
servant girl before I married — like some others. -
Gudfinna {rising, a pair of stockings in her hand). What
are you talking about .? {Pushes the box under the bed.)
Oddny. Do you know who was Halla's father.?
Gudfinna. That is what no one seems to know. Some
would have it that he was a parson. {She darns the stockings.)
Oddny. Yes, or a vagabond. There were also some ugly
whispers about a stain on her birth.
Gudfinna. You 'd better bridle your tongue !
Oddny. I am not so dull as you imagine. When Halla
thinks no one is looking, she does n't take her eyes from
Kari. And she has made him overseer; that seems queer
to others besides me. Last Sunday at church some one
asked me if there was anything between the widow and
the "overseer."
Gudfinna. And what did you say.?
Oddny. I told them that it was quite possible Halla had
her lines out for him, but that I did not think Kari would
swallow the fly, even if it had gold on its wings.
Gudfinna. Much good it did you, the gospel you heard
in church ! I am sorry for you, poor girl ! You are crazy
about a man who has neither eye nor ear for you, but that
is no reason why you should be running around spread
ing gossip. Halla is not the kind of woman that is fond of
men. There was never a harsh word between her and her

ACT FIRST 7
husband, God rest his soul, but there was not much love-
making between them either. No, indeed !
Oddny. Well, what of that ! He was a man up in years
and had a fine farm.
Gudfinna. He was an upright and honest man, and Halla
made him a good wife, my dear.
Oddny. Who doubts that .? {Silence.) I don't know what
ails Kari of late. Yesterday he flew into a rage when I asked
him if he knew of a cure for freckles. I hope Halla has not
become such a saint yet that one can't notice her freckles.
Enter Kari and Magnus.
Kari and Magnus. Good evening!
Gudfinna and Oddny. Good evening!
Oddny (rising). I am sitting on your bed, I believe.
Magnus {throws off his cap). Oddny, ask Sigrid to come
here and pull off my stockings. {Sits down.) It feels good
to sit down. [ Oddny goes reluctantly.
Kari. Why is she so grumpy .? She is not so cheerful a
body as you are. I should like to have known you in your
young days. I dare say you knew how to handle a rake.
Gudfinna {straightening her back). You may be sure. On
dry ground, two lively fellows had all they could do to make
ready for my rake.
Kari. And you were not afraid to tuck up your skirts,
where the ground was low and marshy.
Gudfinna. Indeed not ! Many a time I had water in my
shoes. Enter Sigrid and Oddny.
Magnus {stretching his feet out on the floor). Pull off my
shoes! I'm so tired to-night I can't move.
Sigrid. It must be laziness that ails you, as usual. {Kneels

8 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
down.) How in the name of heaven did you manage to get
so wet in this dry weather.? I can wring the water out of
your stockings.
Magnus. Kari wanted to jump the creek to make a short
cut, and I fell in.
Oddny {to Kari). Aren't you wet, too.?
Kari. No. {Sits down.)
Magnus. Kari skims over everything like a bird.
Kari. Every man has his gift. {To Sigrid.) You should
see the rocks Magnus can lift.
Magnus. Well, it may be true that I am pretty strong,
but I should like to see the man who could throw you in
an honest glima.
Oddny. I know one whom Kari couldn't stand against.
Magnus. And who is that.? {Sigrid pulls at his stockings.)
There! There!
Oddny. Bj0rn, Halla's brother-in-law.
Magnus. I should not be afraid to bet on Kari against
him. {To Sigrid.) Give me the stockings! {Dries his feet
with the stocking legs.)
{Sigrid pulls out a chest, where she finds dry stockings.)
Enter Halla.
Oddny. I don't think Kari would dare to try a fall with
the bailiff.
Kari. If you were the prize, I should not dare to !
Gudfinna {laughing). There you got it!
{Everybody laughs except Oddny.)
Halla {smiling). Yet many have fought for less.
Magnus. I 'm ready to make a wager with you, Oddny,
that Kari would win.
Halla. It does not look as if the cows were coming

ACT FIRST 9
home to-night. Magnus, won't you go up the gorge and see
if they are there, and I will send the boy down to the creek.
\_Exit Sigrid with the wet stockings.
Magnus. Oh, why did I bother to change my stockings !
Halla. You can take a horse. {A dog is heard barking.)
There! we shall have company.
Kari {rising). 1 '11 run up there.
Halla. You have your trout nets to look after. I know
Magnus won't mind.
Magnus. Confound those cows! Why can't they come
home in time! {Puts on his shoes.)
{Kari pulls out a small box from under the bed and begins to
ivhittle teeth for a rake.)
Arnes puts his head in at the door; he carries a large bag.
Arnes. Good evening! I did not want to trouble any one
to come to the outside door. {Drops his bag on the floor.)
Now Arnes is rich — there's gold sand in my bag.
Halla. I dare say there is.
Arnes. You people don't know what lies hidden in the
hills. I have heard of a man who lost his way in Surt's
Cave. For days he walked underground, and when at last
he came up he had gold sand in his shoes.
Halla. What would you do if that were really gold in
your bag.?
Arnes. Then Arnes would do many things. You should
help yourself to all your hands could hold, and as many
times as you have given me shelter, and Arngrim the leper
should also fill his fists. I know of no one else to whom I
care to do good.
Gudfinna. And should I have nothing.?
Arnes. I would give you new, long ear-locks of gold.

IO EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Magnus {laughing). Some little gift you'd surely have
for the bailiff — no?
Arnes. For him .? Yes, if I could throw the sand into his
eyes. {Opens the bag and takes out a handful of Iceland moss.)
They are fine, these lichens, and taste good when you cook
them in milk.
Gudfinna {rising and muttering to herself). The milk! {Exit.
Arnes {holding up a handful). See how big tliey are.
Halla. Yes, they are fine.
Arnes (patting the bag). And it is well stuffed, too.
Enter the Boy.
The Boy. Now you can milk the sheep.
Halla. You are not through yet, poor boy. You will
have to go down along the creek and look for the cows.
{Exit Oddny.
The Boy. I hope, they 're not up to new tricks and begin
to stay out nights. \Exit.
Halla (calling after him). Take a drink of milk in the
pantry; the key is in the door.
(Magnus rises slowly.)
Arnes. Are you goirig to buy my bag.?
Halla. If you make the price right. ,
Arnes. You ought to have it for nothing — you've given
me shelter and good food so often. {Lifts his foot.) What
I need most just now is to get something on my feet.
Halla. I don't think we shall quarrel about the price.
{To Magnus.) Take it out into the kitchen.
\^Exit Magnus with the bag.
Halla. Will you not sit down .? I 'II go and find you a
bite to eat. [^Exit.

ACT FIRST II
Arnes (following her with his eyes). That woman has a
kind heart. {Sits down.) How long have you been working
here on the farm.?
Kari. This is my second year.
Arnes. And overseer already .? Yes, some folks have luck.
(Leans toward him.) As you may know, I haven't a very
good name. I can't settle down very long at any one place,
and it comes hard for me to be anybody's servant. You
must surely have heard me spoken of as a thief?
Kari. People will say so many things.
Arnes (passing his hand over his ears). My ears are not
marked yet, but somehow it sticks to you like dust — what
people say — no matter whether it is true or not. Have you
ever been the target for gossipy tales .?
Kari (slowly). Not that I know of.
Ames. Then you have it coming to you. Shall I tell you
what they are saying about you in these parts.?
Kari. Is it about me and Halla.?
Ames. I have heard that too, but this story is about your
self. Kari. I would rather be spared listening to gossip.
Arnes. If I had been quite sure that it was nothing but
gossip, I should not have opened my mouth about it.
'Kari {laughing coldly). You are at least frank.
Arnes (rising). It is all the same to me, but if you have
anything to hide, you had better keep your eyes and
ears open, for you have an enemy, that much I can tellN
you. Kari. I don't know that I have harmed any one around
here. Arnes. You live and fill your place. That is enough to
make enemies.

12 EYVIND OF THE' HILLS
Enter Halla with a wooden mug filled with porridge and
milk. The lid is turned back and some meat, dried fish, and
butter are placed upon it.
Halla. You get nothing but skimmed milk. I thought
you would rather have that than wait until the cows had
been milked. (Lets down the table-leaf.)
Arnes (sits down and reaches for the mug). God bless you,
woman I I am used to having it on my knees. (Pulls out his
pocket-knife and eats.)
Halla {stops in front of Kari and looks at him). You are
working hard; there are drops of sweat on your forehead.
Kari. Are there.? {Wipes his forehead; looks up.) Should
you like to know your life beforehand.? {Stands up and
raises both arms to the ceiling.) I have lived where I could
touch the roof over my head with my clenched fists, and
I have lived where my eyes could not reach it. {Sits down.)
Can you remember how few clothes I had when I came
here .?
Halla {sitting down). I can well remember the green
knitted jerkin you wore — you have it yet — and your coat
and brown breeches, (5w2;7/«g'.) There was a big black patch
on the left knee.
Kari. The rags on my back were all I had in the world,
and now I own two new sets and even more underclothes.
You deserve that I should put teeth of gold in your rake.
Halla (smiling). That rake would be too heavy for me.
Kari {looking at Halla). So many things come back to
me to-night that I have not thought of before. You gave
me leave to work in the smithy in my spare time instead
of doing the wool-carding. You saw to it that I should be
one of the men who gather the sheep down from the hills
in the fall, because you knew I liked it.

ACT FIRST 13
Halla. That was only natural, since you are so swift
of foot.
Kari. And for my bed you knitted a coverlet with seven
colors in it. You have always been good to me.
Halla. Now you are getting far too grateful. (To Arnes.)
Do you think you have enough food there, Arnes .? I can
get you some more, if you want it.
Arnes {patting his stomach). I don't even know if I can
make room for the porridge.
Kari {looking at Halla). If I were to leave this place, I
should miss you more than any other living being I have
ever known. (Rises, pushes the box under the bed.)
Halla. I hope you will stay here for many years yet.
Kari. Nobody knows what the morrow may bring. [Exit.
(Halla follows Kari with her eyes. Silence.)
Arnes {puts the wooden mug on the table). Now I give
thanks for the meal. Will you let me lie in one of your
barns to-night.?
Halla. You would surely sleep better in a bed. You can
lie with Magnus.
Arnes. I never sleep better than in old dry hay.
Enter Gudfinna.
Gudfinna. Is it true, Arnes, that you can tell what the
birds are talking about?
Arnes. Do they say that?
Gudfinna. In olden times there were wise folks who
understood all such things, but people nowadays are back
ward in that as in so many other ways. (Sits down.)
Halla{smiling).Yes, young people are not good for much,
in your opinion.

14 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Gudfinna. We need only think ofthe sagas. Where have
we men now like Skarphjedinn and Grettir Asmundsson.?
There are none such in these days.
Halla. When I was a child there was nothing I wished
so much as that I might have lived with Grettir in his ban
ishment. Arnes. Was it not eighteen years he was an outlaw.?
Halla. Nineteen. He lived longer as an outlaw than any
one else has done. He lacked only one year to become free.
Arnes. He must have been a great man, but that brings
to my mind what the leper said the other day, when the
talk turned to the old sagas.
Halla. And what did he say.?
Arnes. Distance makes mountains blue and mortals
great. Enter the Boy, running.
The Boy. The bailiff is coming on horseback.
Halla (rising). What can he want so late.? Did you find
the cows?
The Boy. Yes, I met them coming home. They are in.
Halla. Did you tell the girls?
The Boy. No. \Exit.
Halla. Gudfinna, you go and ask him to come in. {Gud
finna rises.) You won't forget about the milk.? [Exit Gudfinna.
Arnes (rising). Now I think I shall go and seek my bed.
Halla (smiling). Don't you want to have a talk with the
bailiff? Arnes. If I had found some dead sheep up in the hills
with his mark, on their ears, I 'd gladly have told him so.
Halla. Sleep well ! [Exit Arnes.
{Halla smooths her hair.)

ACT FIRST 15
Enter Bj0rn, carrying a riding-^whip with a silver-mounted
handle and a leather lash; he wears riding-socks reaching above
the knees.
Halla. Good evening!
Bj0rn {pointing to his feet). I did not take off my socks.
I see now that they are not quite clean.
Halla. Will you be seated ? May I offer you anything ?
Bjdrn. No, thank you. I want nothing. (Sits down.) You
know I have not far to come. The sorrel and I can make
it in fifteen minutes, when we are in the humor.
Halla. How is everything at your place ? Have you any
news ?
Bj0rn. That depends on what you mean. Who was that
I met in the hall? It was quite dark there.
Halla. It must have been Arnes.
Bj0rn. Is he spending the night here?
Halla. Yes.
Bj0rn. It is no concern of mine, but I doubt if my late
brother would have sheltered men of his kind, and yet he
had the name of being hospitable. (Takes a snuff-box from
his pocket^
Halla (sitting down). I know nothing wrong of Arnes,
and I do know that he is grateful for what I can offer him.
Bj0rn. I thought you had heard the common talk. His
record is not of the best, I am sorry to say. I have been
told that little things are apt to be missing where he has
made his stay. '
Halla. I would rather bear such a loss in silence than
perhaps throw suspicion on an innocent man.
Bj0m. Finely thought ! Yet some one must be the first
to warn the unwary. (Takes snuff.) You must hear what
happened to me not long ago. The boy lost two milch

i6 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
sheep up in the hills. I was vexed that it should occur so
early in the summer when they still had their wool, and
therefore I sent one of my men to look for them. Near
Red Peak he found tracks of the sheep and also the foot
prints of a large man. {Lowering his voice.) You could do
me a good turn if you would give Arnes a pair of new
shoes ; I should pay for them, of course. He will not suspect
anything, if you do it. Then you keep his old shoes for me.
Halla (rising). No, I will have nothing to do with that.
BJ0rn. Then we shan't speak of it any more. I think I
shall find out what I am after, nevertheless. (He is silent.)
Halla. You surely didn't come here to-night for Ames's
sake ?
Bj0rn. I did not. Was Kari at church last Sunday ?
Halla. Why do you ask?
Bj0rn. I know that he was there. {Sits down.) You are
satisfied with him as an overseer?
Halla {sits down). In every way.
BJ0rn. All the same, I advise you to get rid of him, the
sooner the better.
Halla (laughing). I thank you for your kind advice.
Bj0rn. My advice is not to be scorned, and besides, am
I not your brother-in-law?
Halla. My sheep had to learn that to their cost, when
they strayed in on your pastures, and you set your dogs on
them. Bj0rn. Even though we have not always been as neigh
borly as I might wish, you must listen to me this time. I
have always disliked Kari; I would never have hired that
man. Believe me, there is something underhanded about
him. Nobody knows him, and no one has heard of his
people. It is as if he had shot up out of the ground. The

ACT FIRST 17
only thing you know about him is that his name is Kari,
and you don't even know that.
Halla (rising). What are you driving at with all this?
Bj0rn. Sit still. (Halla sits down.) Last fall two strangers
who stopped on their journey through here thought they
knew Kari. They said it was easier to change one's name
than one's face. As bad luck would have it, I did not get a
chance to talk with them myself, but my suspicions were
roused. Now there is a man staying with me who has just
come from the south. He saw Kari at church last Sunday,
and if he is right, it is an ugly story.
Halla. What do you mean ?
Bj0rn (rising). Neither more nor less than that your over
seer's name is not Kari but Eyvind, that he was locked up
for theft, and got away.
Halla (has risen). You must be mad, both of you.
Bj0rn. The man would not swear that he had seen
right. (Smiles.) Somehow he seemed sorry that he had told
me. He said he had never seen two people more alike,
and Eyvind had a scar on his forehead just as Kari has —
that much he remembered plainly.
Halla. It was last Sunday at church that he saw Kari ?
Bj0rn. Yes.
Halla (laughing). Kari was not at church last Sunday.
Bj0rn. That 's queer. Two of my men were there. But
we can easily solve that riddle, if I bring my guest over
here to-morrow.
Halla. I don't believe for a moment that Kari is a thief.
BJ0rn. You need not believe it. Simply tell him what
I have said, and that I mean to have the judge look into
the matter. I warrant he will be out of the house before
sunrise.

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Halla. You are quick to believe evil and quick to run
to the judge, but in this case you will not reap much
honor. Bj0rn. If you suppose I shall act hastily, youare mistaken.
I shall write to the county that Eyvind hails from and give
the letter to my guest, who will see that it gets safely and
speedily into the proper hands. The answer can be here
within two or three months.
Halla. Is it out of kindness to me that you are so eager
about this matter?
Bj0rn. If it is true what people say, it would be best for
you that Kari should take himself away from here as fast
as can be. You might find it harder to part from him two or
three months hence.
Halla (icily). Now you show your real self. You did not
come here to give me kind counsel, nor do I look for such
from you, but you had better leave me and my household
in peace. Do you think I have forgotten what you did to
me? When your brother told you that he intended to marry
me, you thought it would be a disgrace to the family for
him to make a poor servant girl his wife. You urged him
to satisfy his fleeting passion, as you called it, without any
marriage. BJ0rn. I never said that.
Halla (laying her hand on J}er heart). In here I have a
sealed book in which I keep the words my friends have
spoken'^ And I have more to tell you. There was something
behind it — your fear of losing a part of your power.
Bj0rn. What are you saying?
Halla. Did that prick your soul, you godly man! You
knew that your brother would follow your advice like a
child, but you had misgivings that you could not work me

ACT FIRST 19
like dough in your hands, and what you feared came true.
You can never forget that I made my husband stand on his
own feet. I know your greed for power! But now I warn
you for all time to let me and mine alone. (Sits down."^
BJ0rn (flushed with anger, but still controlling his voice).
Much have I learned to-night that I did not know before.
Now I see why you made Kari overseer. You are not your
mother's daughter for nothing.
Halla (her lips trembling). You want to make me angry.
You can't do it. Nor shall you succeed in blackening Kari
in my eyes. You were hoping that I should hurt him by
telling him what you have said. I shall not tell him.
BJ0rn. You will talk differently when I hold the proof
in my hand. (Shakes his hand; goes toward the door.)
Halla {rising, hatred burning in her eyes). Just before you
came, the servants were making bets about who was best
at glima, you or Kari. Oddny was the only one who stood
up for you. Kari thought you had grown so old and stiff in
your joints that you would not dare to go in for a wrestling-
match. Bj0rn. Tell Kari that I am ready to meet him this even
ing, if he wishes it.
Halla. No, I shall tell Kari that you have given your
word to wrestle with him at the big sheep-folds in the fall.
I hope to have a good many witnesses, when the bailiff
bites the dust.
BJ0rn. I will fight him whenever and wherever he may
wish — anywhere but in jail. Good-bye! [Exit.
Halla (stands motionless for a moment; passes her hands
down over her face; goes to the door; calls). Gudfinna ! Gud
finna! (Goes back into the room; again passes her hands down
over her face ^

20 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Enter Gudfinna.
Gudfinna. Has the bailiff gone?
Halla. Yes.
Gudfinna. He came near upsetting me in the hall and
didn't even say good evening.
Halla. Do sweep the floor ! I won't have in here the dirt
he has dragged with him.
(Gudfinna takes a bird's wing and sweeps.)
Enter the Boy.
The Boy (shouting). Come and see what we have caught !
Gudfinna. Not so noisy! Did you catch a whale?
The Boy. We got a salmon — so big! (Shows the size with ^
his hands.)
Halla. Tell Kari to come here; I want to speak with
him. I will let you take care of the salmon. Open and
clean it, sprinkle some salt on it, and lay it in fresh grass
overnight. The Boy. Won't you look at it before it is cut?
Halla (patting his cheek). You big baby ! Do you think
I have never seen a salmon before ? Now run and tell Kari
that I want to speak to him. [Exit the Boy.
Gudfinna (calling after him through the door). And tell him
to lift the milk pot from the fire.
Halla. If the coals are good, I must ask you to do some
baking to-night for Sunday.
Gudfinna. The coals are good enough. [Exit.
(Halla stands listening. Footsteps are heard in the hall.)
Enter Kari.
Kari. You wanted to speak to me?
Halla. I hear you have made a fine catch. Thank you!
I have promised the bailiff that you shall meet him in

ACT FIRST 21
a glima at the folds in the autumn. What do you say to
that ?
Kari. I call that great news, but surely that was not
what he came here for to-night?
Halla. No, he had another errand. He spoke ill of you.
Kari. What did he say?
Halla. There is a man just come from the south who
saw you at church last Sunday. He told Bj0rn that you
looked like some one by the name of Eyvind, a thief who
had run away. He even thought he recognized the scar on
your forehead.
Kari {in a low voice, sitting down). And did the bailiff
believe the man was right?
Halla. He said I should tell you that he meant to speak
to the judge, and that then you would flee from here this
very night.
Kari (rising with a loud laugh). This is to laugh at. Do
you know when they will come to catch the thief!
Halla {has been looking at him steadily; holds out her hand
to him). Give me your hand, Kari, and say that you have
nothing to fear from any man.
Kari {evasively). I understand that this seems strange to
you, but the man who saw me must be some one who has
a grudge against me from former days, and does this out of
spite. Halla. What do I care about him or about the bailiff!
Say that you are innocent!
Kari. So you doubt me, too!
Halla (aloof). I have no right to call you to task.
Kari (warmly). I know of no one in the world whom I
would rather trust than you.
Halla. You are innocent?

22 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Kari. Yes, in this I am innocent.
Halla. God be praised ! (Puts her hand on her heart.) If it
had been otherwise, I don't see how I could have borne it.
Kari. I shall remember the bailiff for this.
Halla {in an outburst of joy). Let him do his worst ! What
care we ! I am so happy now that I know you are innocent,
I could kiss you for joy. {Exultantly.) Kari, will you be my
husband ?
(// is growing dark.)
Kari (terrified). No, Halla, I cannot.
Halla (stares at him, speechless. Suddenly she goes close to
him and scans his face). Have you a wife?
Kari. No.
Halla. I could not believe that your eyes lied this even
ing. (Stamps her foot with anger and shame ^ Take yourself
away from here! Go! {Covers her face with her hands; rocks
to and fro.)
Kari. My eyes did not lie to-night. (Stands for a moment
in terrible emotion; then begins to walk up and down.) I knew
a man named Eyvind. His father was poor and had many
children. Eyvind was the next to the oldest. It was said in
those parts that thieving ran in the blood of his kin, though
no one could say anything against Eyvind's father. (Halla
looks up, listening.) Two years ago or more, toward the end
of the winter, it happened, as often before, that there was
no food in the house. Eyvind went to the parson to ask him
to help them out with food. He offered to pay for it with
his work in the spring, but the parson refused. It was late
in the evening, dark and snowing. The road to Eyvind's
home went past the parson's sheep-cots. {As Kari proceeds,
he ¦now and then passes his hand over his forehead.) They
loomed before him like a big black mound. Then the temp-

ACT FIRST 23
tation came over him. The herdsman had gone home, the
snow would cover up the tracks, and the parson was rich
enough, I hated him ! {Halla rises.) Late that night, Eyvind
came home with a fine big sheep. The next day, word came
from the parson. They had found his mittens in the sheep-
cot. Eyvind was locked up and given ten years in prison.
They thought they could prove that he had more thefts to
answer for — (He breaks off suddenly.)
Halla (breathlessly). Kari!
Kari. My name is not Kari — it is Eyvind. I was sen
tenced for theft. I fled and lived one year in the hills as an
outlaw. Halla. After this I shall never believe in any one. (Sits
down and bursts into tears.)
Kari {kneeling). Do with me what you will. Drive me
out of your house — now — this evening, or give me into
the hands of the law, but you must forgive me. It was our
poverty and the snow that made me steal.
Halla {rising). I will not cry. It is stupid to cry. Get
up ! I am no God that you should ask my forgiveness.
Kari {rising to his feet). It is lonesome to live a whole
winter up there in the hills. That is why I ventured down
here, far from home, and under a new name. Since then
I have gone about like one who walks in his sleep, afraid
of the awakening. Many a time have I made up my mind
to tell you the whole truth, but somehow it seemed to get
harder with every day that passed. I have never understood
why it was so before to-night, but now I know it, and
now I can speak of it. Kari has loved you. You are the
only woman he has ever loved, but now Kari is no more,
and never has been anything but the dream of a poor and
unhappy man.

24 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Halla. Say no more!
Kari. He has loved you long, but never until to-night
has he seen how beautiful you are. {Carried away.) Like
a blue mountain rising from the mist!
Halla (stepping close to him). Close your eyes, Kari, and
sleep yet a while. Kiss me!
Kari (kissing her). I will sleep with my eyes open.

ACT II
A resting-place near one of the large folds into ivhich the sheep
are driven in the autumn, -when they are gathered dawn from
the hills. A grass-grown dell. On the left, a steep heather-carv
er ed slope, here and there in the heather gray, jutting stones.
To the right, a low bluff, -where grass, flowers, and juniper
bushes grow in the clefts and on the ledges. Toivard the back
ground, the bluff becomes lower and more bushy, and bending
somewhat to the left, it partly shuts off the view into a hilly,
rock-studded landscape luith the distant mountains beyond. In
the foreground, at the foot of the bluff, several saddles. The
•women's saddles have broad, brass-mounted backs.
It is a fine autumn day. Gudfinna alone is busy with the
luggage. Enter Arngrim carrying a roll of paper under his arm. His
face is livid and drawn.
Arngrim. So you are all alone here.
Gudfinna. Indeed I am. I did not want to leave the lug
gage, and it seemed a pity to keep the boy from the folds.
Arngrim. Is Halla up at the folds?
Gudfinna. I don't know where she is now. She is so
restless to-day. A while ago she climbed up on a knoll to
see if the last drove was coming down from the hills. I
hardly know whether it 's the sheep or Kari she is look
ing for.
Arngrim. We don't get tired of watching for what we are
looking forward to. I have but one thing to look forward
to. {Sits down on one ofthe rods.)
Gudfinna. And what is that, poor fellow?
Arngrim. To hear the nails being driven into my coffin.

26 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Then I should say Uke the man in the story: "Now I'd
laugh if I were n't dead,"
Enter Halla, happy and smiling, wearing a silver girdle
around her waist.
Halla. The last flock is coming, and it is not the small
est. Kari is with it.
Gudfinna. Of course he is with it.
Halla {laughing). Yes, of course. (To Arngrim.) I am
glad to see you here.
Arngrim. Did you happen to bring anything good from
home ?
Halla {smiling). You never can tell. (Searching in one of
the saddle-bags, she finds a blue flask which she hands to Arn
grim.) You may keep the bottle.
Arngrim. That is just like you. (Holds the flask up to the
light.) There are juniper berries in it. (Takes a pull.) It is
like drinking sunshine.
Halla {has moved toward the background and stands gaz
ing). What a change in the sheep since spring. Then they
were yellow and dirty, but now they are white as ptar
migans in winter. It always makes me happy to see a flock
of sheep coming down the mountain side.
Gudfinna. Kari's shoes must be a sight. He doesn't save
his legs, that man.
Halla. No, you are right in that. {Goes to Gudfinna.) But
he runs swifter than any one else.
Arngrim. No one can run away from his fate, were he
fleeter than the wind.
Halla {turns to Arngrim). Are you sure of that ? May not
a strong will turn the tide of fate ?
Arngrim. My fate no one can alter. {Looks up.) An old

ACT SECOND 27
song comes to my mind when I look at you. I cannot
remember how it runs, but it is about some one who had
the thoughts of her soul written on her forehead.
Halla (smiling). I feel only the sun shining on my brow.
[Exit.
Arngrim. She deserves to be happy. (Brings out the roll
of paper.) Should you like to see what I am doing to make
the days slip by?
Gudfinna {goes to him). Yes, let me look at it.
Arngrim (opens the roll, which is seen to contain drawings
in bright colors). These are birds from the garden of Eden —
too bad I never heard them sing ! — and here is a blue flower
so sensitive that it closes at the slightest touch, and here is
a small plant from Gethsemane with red berries lying like
drops of blood on the ground.
Enter the Boy, running.
The Boy. Kari is coming!
Gudfinna. We know that.
The Boy. I must be off again to help drive the sheep into
the fold. {Leaps with joy.) What fun to be here! It's most
as good as Christmas ! [Exit.
Arngrim. He skips about like a merry little lamb.
Gudfinna (calling after hirri). Take care the rams don't
butt you! Enter Halla.
Halla. Now the sheep will soon be at the fold. (Brushes
her hah- back from her forehead!) Are n't you clever enough
to know a cure for freckles ? I am so tired of my freckles.
Arngrim {smiling). Perhaps you have a new looking-
glass. Halla {smiling). Perhaps I have.

28 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Enter °f on and two other peasants, followed directly by two
peasant women, Jon's Wife, and her friend with two little
daughters, eight and nine years old.
Jon (slightly intoxicated). Now a bite of shark's meat
would taste first-rate. You did n't happen to be so thought
ful as to bring some, did you ?
Halla (laughing). That is just what I did. (Looks in the
saddle-bags.) Jon. Did n't I tell you so! (Takes a brandy-flask out of
his pocket.) Do you mind if I bring out my bottle ?
Halla. Please yourself.
Jon (sits down. The others follow suit, until only the children
remain standing). If I did n't have so fine a wife, I should
have asked you to marry me long ago. (Takes a pull at the
flask and hands it to the one sitting next to him.) Let the bottle
go the rounds!
Halla (to Jon's Wife). Your husband is happy to-day.
Jon's Wife. Yes, he loves everybody to-day.
First Peasant {hands the flask to yaw). Thanks!
Jon. Don't think I am forgetting you, Arngrim. (Hands
him the flask^
Arngrim. The blood grows colder as one gets old, and
then the warmth of the bottle feels good.
Halla (hands Jon a piece of shark's meat). Help your
self. 'Jon. Bless you! My mouth waters. {Takes a knife from
his pocket and cuts off a slice.) It is white as milk and sweet-
smelling. I say, shark's meat and brandy are the best things
the Lord ever made — next to women ! (Hands the fish to one
of the peasants.)
Halla (finds a piece of sugar-candy and divides it between
the children). Have the little girls been to the folds before ?

ACT SECOND 29
Peasant Woman. No, this is the first time. I promised
them last spring that if they were good and worked hard I
would bring them, and they have surely earned it. It 's past
belief how much they can do, no older than they are.
Halla. Did you see the last flock ? That was a large one.
(Goes toward the background.)
Jon's Wife. Indeed it was.
Jon. My brown bell-wether was the leader of the flock.
He generally stays in the hills till they gather in the sheep
for the last time, unless there are signs of bad weather.
(Gudfinna crosses over to the peasant vuomen and fingers their
clothes. They stand talking together^
First Peasant. I should not wonder if the winter were
to come early after so good a summer.
Second Peasant. God knows how many sheep the hills
have taken this year! Do you remember those cojd days
in the spring ? It may be a good many lambs froze to death.
First Peasant. And then those cursed foxes!
Jon. The foxes are nothing to the men — both those
down here and those in the hills.
Second Peasant. I don't believe there is anybody living
in the hills, at least not in these parts.
Jon. You don't believe it? I tell you, my good man,
there are more outlaws than you think. To my mind, the
laws are to blame for it. If I had my say, all thieves would
be strung up.
Second Peasant. Well, I look at it in another way. I be
lieve the laws are too strict. It seems to me it is making
too much of the sheep, when a man is locked up for life
because he has stolen two or three of them.
Jon. You always have to be of a different mind from
anybody else.

30 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
{Halla comes back and listens.)
Second Peasant. I don't know about that, but those who
flee to the hills do it from need. If the laws were milder,
I believe there would be no outlaws. What do you say,
Arngrim ?
Arngrim. If we were all to be judged by our thoughts,
the hills would be swarming with outlaws.
Halla. It is too light yet to be talking about thieves.
Can't you tell us something funny ?
Jon's Wife. Tell about our calf.
Jon {laughing). When he saw the sun for the first time
in his life, he fell down on his tail from fright.
Enter Arnes, somewhat intoxicated.
Jon. There comes the man who can tell us stories.
{Rises and goes to meet him.)
Arnes. Good day to you all! So you want a story?
Jon. You shall have a drink if you tell us a story, but
it must be a good one.
Arnes. Hand me the bottle. (Drinks.) I could tell you
some spook stories that would make your hair stand on
end, but they are better told in the gloaming. (Laughs.)
The girls are less afraid of us men folks when they hear
about spooks.
Jon (laughing). Yes, of two evils men are better than
spooks. Arnes (sees Halla). Now I know what I shall tell you.
Hush! Once upon a time there were two outlaws. What
their crime had been I don't know, but they had to flee
to the hills to save their lives. They found a green spot
among the glaciers, hemmed in by huge rocks. There they
built their hut, for there they knew they would be left in

ACT SECOND 31
peace. But the hills were hankering for their old loneli
ness and hated those two, and swore they would drive them
away. First they sent the storms and the frost. There came
a winter night so terrible that the roots of the grass trem
bled with fear under the snow, but unknown to those two
their love had built an invisible wall around the hut, and the
storm and the snow could not get in. Then the hills sent
hunger. It came to them in their dreams, tempting them
with sweet-smelling hot bread and butter fresh from the
churn. It would have them barter their love —
Enter a Farm Hand.
The Farm Hand. Is Arnes here by any chance ?
Arnes. Here I am.
The Farm Hand. There is a sheep with earmarks that
nobody can make out. Will you come over and take a look
at it?Arnes {rising). No peace to be had!
Halla (holding out her hand to Arnes). Thanks for the
story. [Arnes takes Halla's hand. Exit.
The Farm Hand (to Jon). Your brown bell-wether ran
away from the men as they were trying to drive it in.
Jon (rising). That promises a fine fall.
(All the peasants rise.)
Jon's Wife {to Halla). We shall see each other later.
Halla. So we shall. [Exeunt peasants.
Gudfinna. They have not been sparing of the shark's
meat. (Packs it away.)
Enter Kari, warm from running, happy and smiling.
Kari. Good day to you, Halla ! (Shakes hands with her.)
Halla (has gone to meet Kari). Good day to you, and wel
come back!

32 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Arngrim (rising). Now I am so drunk that I can enjoy
listening to the bleating of the sheep. By the way, wash
ing with lukewarm milk is good for freckles. [Exit.
Halla. Thanks ! (To Gudfinna.) You may go now, if you
like. You have been here with the luggage long enough.
[Exit Gudfinna.
(Halla and Kari stand silent until Gudfinna has disappeared.
Then Kari draws her to him and kisses her.)
Halla. I would rather wait for you here than meet you
at the fold. I was so frightened ! I thought you had gone and
would never come back. (Takes his hand and looks at him
in loving wonder.) Where do you get your courage ? I can't
understand that you have not fled long ago.
Kari. I will tell you where I get my courage. {Kisses
her.) I don't know how the days can be so gloriously long.
It seems to me that I have lived more than the age of man
since the first time you kissed me.
Halla. You love me!
Kari (is silent for a moment). I love you.
Halla. You don't know how much that one word prom
ises me. It means the sunshine on the hills. It means
the streams and lakes. Shall I tell you something, Kari ?
Something you don't know?
Kari. What could that be?
Halla. I am not going to say it just now, but I will
tell you something else. I care a thousand times more for
you now than I did three months ago. Do you know
why? Kari. No.
Halla. Because you are so brave. You sleep in my arms
as calmly as if you had not a foe in the whole country.
Kari {smiling). I must have borrowed your courage.

ACT SECOND 33
Halla. It is dear to see you smile. Your hair is like a
cloud, and when you smile it seems to lift from your
forehead. Kari. You must not make me out braver than I am. Part
of my courage is recklessness. I close my eyes and let the
sun shine on my face.
Halla. Do you never think of the future ?
Kari (earnestly). I do.
Halla. I have blamed myself much these last days. I
ought to have sent you away long ago, but I could not.
I had to be sure that you loved me. Last night I heard
the hills calling you, and I called against them with all
my soul. If you had never come back, I would have for
given you, though it had broken my heart. (Exultantly.)
And then I saw you coming down the mountain like a god,
driving a white snowslide before you!
Kari. Did you think I could have gone without letting
you know ? I remember once you had fallen asleep in my
arms. The night was light. Your eyes were closed, but I
could see through your eyelids. I saw a little girl with black
hair. (Fondly stroking her hair.)
Halla (taking his right hand). How well I know this
hand ! (Lays it on her heart.) My heart beats with joy.
Kari. I am like the man in the fairy-tale who fell down
into a deep well. He thought he would never again see
the sun, but suddenly he stood in a green meadow. There
was a tall castle, and the king's daughter came out to meet
him. Halla, do you understand? If I had not stolen, we
two should never have met.
Halla. That is true.
Kari. The year I lived in the hills, I would sometimes
get into such a rage that I wanted to give myself a good

34 EYVIND OF THE ~HILLS
thrashing. Once I really did it — I beat myself with a
knotted rope.
Halla. How you must have suffered!
Kari. If anybody had told me in those days that I should
ever become a happy man, I would have laughed at him.
Then I believed riches and honors meant happiness. I
used to dream of riding through the parish where I was
born, dressed in fine clothes and with many horses.
Halla {laughing). I did not know you were vain.
Kari. Nor am I any more, but I have grown stingy.
The minutes are my gold-pieces. {Takes her hand.) When
I hold your hand in mine, I am happy. Before I cared for
you, I did not see the sun shining, and now when it rains,
, all the drops prattle about you.
Halla. You do love me!
Kari. I seem to be in a church. I hold a torch in my hand
and light one taper after another. For every taper that is
lighted, thechurchgrows larger and more beautiful. But I am
a thief. If I am caught I must be buried alive, and now the
church-bells are ringing. I hear the crowd gathering outside.
Halla, You frighten me.
Kari (taking her face between his hands). I must have a long
look at your face. If I were to become blind this moment,
I should always remember it. Your soul is in your eyes.
When you look at me, I feel an unseen hand fondling my
face. Whenever the sun shines, I shall see your eyes. It is
hard to tell you, but when the sky grows red to-morrow, I
shall be on my way to the hills. I must flee this very night.
Halla. I knew it. {Sits down.) Tell me how you have
planned your flight.
Kari. I must be off before the winter sets in, and be
sides the letter from the south may be here any day now.

ACT SECOND 35
Halla. ' I know all that.
Kari {sits down). When I come home to-night, I shall
say that I have seen the tracks of a flock of sheep farther
up in the hills than we usually go to look for them. I shall
ask you for two horses. You won't refuse me them ? (Halla
shakes her head.) I shall say that I must start at once, this
very night, before the tracks disappear. When I don't come
back, they will think I have come across outlaws or have
met with an accident.
Halla. And where shall you go?
Kari. To the mountain plain where the warm springs
are. I lived there before I came to you.
Halla. How long will it take you to reach it?
Kari. Three days. It is about in the middle of the
country. Halla. And there you will build your hut?
Kari. No; last time I lived in a lava cave. I had brought
with me some tools that my brother gave me, and I left
them there. Something told me that I might need them
again. (He is silent.)
Halla (taking his hand). You must tell me more, much
more. I want to see the place where you will live (with
a strange smile), so that I can come and visit you in my
thoughts. Kari. I forget what I have told you and what I have
not told you. You may think that the hills are wild and
forbidding, but that is not so at all. In the summer, when
the sun is shining, they are beautiful. The glaciers lie like
white untrodden land in a sea of sand, their lower rim flash
ing green and blue in the sunlight. When you come nearer,
you see a chain of jagged sandhills like a dark surf, where
the glacier and the sand waste meet. (He is silent again.

36 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Halla has picked a flower and is pulling its petals.) Why are
you doing that? What are you asking about?
Halla. You love me!
Kari. Do you need to ask a flower about that ? {Rising.)
Are you not the least bit sorry that we must part?
Halla {rising). Would it make it easier for you, if I were
to whine and weep like a child?
Kari. I don't know. (He is silent.) Yet you need not
pity me. I am rich — I am king of the hills! The fire on
my hearth never dies, day or night. The country is mine, as
far as my eyes can reach. Mine are the glaciers that make
the streams! When I get angry, they swell, and the stones
gnash their teeth against the current. And I own a whole
lake with a fleet of ice-ships and a choir of swans.
Halla. I never said that I pitied you.
Kari. But one thing you must promise me. You must
not marry the bailiff.
HaHa. But, dear man —
Kari. If you do, I shall come some night and kill you
both, first him and then you.
Halla. Are you really jealous ofthe bailiff? He hates me.
Kari. Why should he be hounding me like a wild beast, if
it were not for your sake ? I have never done him any harm.
Halla. I promise you that I shall never marry the bailiff.
{Puts her arms around his neck and tries to draw him to her.)
Kiss me, Kari!
Kari (gently pushing her away). My name is not Kari.
From this day on my name is Eyvind — "Eyvind ofthe
Hills," they call me in the southland, my brother told me.
Halla. From my lips you shall never hear any other
name than Kari. By that name I learned to love you. A
man who is not loved has no name. {Takes his hands.)

ACT SECOND 37
Kari {in a sudden outburst, drawing her to him and kissing
her forehead). God bless you, Halla! {With difiJculty mas
tering his voice.) Now I am going to the fold. (Turns away
from Halla.)
Halla (calling). Kari ! {Kari turns ^aci.) Must I ask you to
marry me a second time? I thought we two were married.
Kari. So we are before God.
Halla. So far as I know, it is the custom that when a
man moves from one place to another, he takes his wife
with him.
Kari. Do you think there is anything in the world I
would rather do than live with you?
Halla. Then ask me if I am willing.
Kari. Will you be my beloved wife and go with me
through all suffering?
Halla. I will!
Kari. Will you take upon yourself half of my guilt and
become an outcast like me?
Halla (exultantly). I will!
Kari. Will you face hunger and cold and all terrors for
my sake?
Halla. Have you not always known that I would go
with you ? Could you believe me so low that I would keep
you here with this dread hanging over you, if I had not
meant to go with you ? Every night I thought : To-morrow
he will ask if you will go with him.
Kari. How beautiful you are ! All the days we have had
together live in your face !
Halla. Did you believe I could rest satisfied in thinking
of you with the mountains between us? Then you don't
know me yet. I will live! I will sail with you in your
white ships!

38 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Enter BJ0rn.
Bj0rn. Good day to you, Halla. I looked for you at the
fold. It is a long time since we two neighbors have met";
Halla (confused). Yes, it is a long time.
BJ0rn. Who sees to it that your sheep are taken out of
the fold? Your cots seem to be standing empty.
Halla. Kari attends to that.
Bj0rn. Then it is time you sent him about his work.
Kari. Perhaps the bailiff has come to lend a hand?
Bj0rn (to Halla). I should like to have a few words with
you. Halla. We were just starting for the fold. Perhaps we
could have our talk on the way up.
BJ0rn. If it is the same to you, I prefer to stay here. It
is a matter of some weight, which I do not care to discuss
in the presence of your overseer or any one but yourself.
Halla {to Kari). Then you had better go up to the fold.
Kari. Don't forget to ask the bailiff if it is true that he
has been rubbing his knee-joints with fat every night the
whole summer through. [Exit.
Bj0rn. He 's bold enough, that fellow. It is well we shall
soon be rid of him.
Halla {roused). And what was it you wanted to see me
about ?
BJ0rn.'We were both somewhat angry when we met last.
Shall we let it be forgotten?
Halla {relieved). I thought perhaps you had got your let
ter from the southland with the proofs that you had been
wrong in your suspicions.
Bj0rn. Everything in good time. Did you say anything
to him?
Halla. I told you I would n't.

ACT SECOND 39
Bj0rn. I might have known that, since he is still here.
Do you think I am beginning to look old?
Halla (amazed). To me you look as you have always
looked. (Watches him keenly.)
Bj0rn. I admit you were right in some of the things you
said to me when we met last, but we all have our failings,
and since my mother died I have had no one who dared to
speak plaihly to me except you.
Halla. You may not often have wished to listen to others.
BJ0rn, Perhaps you are right, but somehow there must
be two different souls in every one of us.
Halla. Have you had a good hay crop this summer ?
BJ0rn. Fairly good. At least I have enough for myself.
Don't you understand what I want to say to you, or don't
you want to understand?
Halla. You said that it was a matter of weight. That is
all I know.
BJ0rn. I am not skilled in fine words. Could you think of
becoming my wife ? (Halla laughs. BJ0rn flushes.) Is that so
laughable ?
Halla. You can't be in earnest.
BJ0rn. In dead earnest. I shall soon be forty-eight years
old, but you are not a child any longer either, and we are of
equal standing. If we two marry and make our farms into
one, I think we should have to look outside of this parish
for a finer property.
Halla. So we two should marry in order to join our farms ?
BJ0rn. I will not deny that I should like to see the boun
dary line gone between the two farms, but that is not the
reason why I have made up my mind to ask you to marry
me. It is not good for a man to be alone, and you are the
only woman in this parish whom I could think of taking

40 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
for a wife. You are healthy and strong of body, and you are
good-looking. What answer do you give?
Halla. I must have some time to think it over. This
comes upon me unawares. Within three days you shall
have my answer. Are you satisfied with that ?
Bj0rn. I think it is but natural that you should want some
time to make up your mind, and all the more as we have
not always been the best of friends. Perhaps yoil will now
more readily understand why I did not wish you to have
a thief as overseer of your farm, and I am sorry to say that
my distrust was well founded. (Pulls from his pocket a letter
with a large seal.) This letter came yesterday.
Halla {holding out her hand). May I see it ?
Bj0rn. It is an official letter, which I do not like to give
out of my hands, but I am not afraid to trust you with
it. {Halla takes the letter; reads.) I can lend you one of my
men to drive your sheep home this evening, for you will
have to do without your overseer. It is lucky that the judge
is here to-day.
Halla. I shall keep this letter.
BJ0rn. I can understand a joke.
Halla. Kari has been with me for more than a year.
He has been a hard worker and an able man. I will not
have any one lay hands on him so long as he is in my ser
vice. I want to give him a chance to get away. That is
what you yourself advised, three months ago.
Bj0rn. At that time the case was very different. There
was no proof of his guilt then.
Halla (putting her hand to her forehead). I can't believe
yet that he is a thief. (Hands the letter to BJ0rn.) BJ0rn,
I beg of you to show me a great favor. You must let this
matter rest, till we get home.

ACT SECOND 41
BJ0rn. In that I cannot serve you.
Halla. Perhaps I can do something for you in return.
BJ0rn. I don't understand how you can pity a felon and
a thief. Halla. Nor do I understand it myself, but somehow I
do. You have just asked me if I would be your wife. Surely
you will grant me the first thing I ask of you !
Bj0rn. One would think you were pleading for your
best friend.
Halla. I may have cared more for him than I knew my
self. If you will let him get away, I shall have no objec
tion to making our two farms into one.
Bj0m. I never thought your overseer would be the means
of my getting you for a wife, but I yield on those terms.
Once we are married, you will surely forget him. But he
must be gone from here within twenty-four hours, and I
want you to know that if he ever shows himself in these
parts again, he will have to take his punishment.
Halla. You need have no fear that he will ever come
back here.
Bj0rn. Then let us forget all about him. You have saved
him from jail for a time, but he 's sure to end there any way.
(Goes to her.) Who would have thought that you should be
come my little wife! (Tries to put his arm around her waist.)
Halla (draws back). So many things happen that we do
not look for. Enter Kari.
BJ0rn. You are just in time. It will surely please you to
hear that your mistress is to marry me within a short time.
Kari {turning to Halla). What does this mean?
BJ0rn (laughing). You hadn't expected this. {Goes to
Halla.) My sweetheart m^ht give me a kiss.

42 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Halla {warding him off). No, no!
Kari {grasping Bj0rn's arm). That man lies ! She is mine.
(To Halla.) If you two get married to-morrow, still you
are mine.
BJ0rn. Has my brother's wife become a harlot? [Exit.
Halla. What have you done, Kari ? It was to save you
I promised to be his wife. I hoped to get a chance to speak
to you. He has the letter and is going to give you up to the
judge to-day.
Kari. I could not bear that man to touch you.
Halla. You must run for the horses and flee!
Kari. That would be madness. The others have just as
good horses. We must take what comes. I shall deny every
thing. Halla. What good would that do? It is impossible to
mistake the description. I have read it myself.
Kari. Did you really mean to marry the bailiff to save
my life?
Halla. I lied to him, so that I could flee with you. I hate
him. Kari. I love you, Halla.
Halla (in rising fear). What shall we do? (Wrings her
hands.) It is all my fault for holding you back. (On the
point of weeping.) I am an unhappy woman.
Kari. You must not cry. Even if I faced the death war
rant, I should not be sorry that I stayed. (Kisses her hands.)
These summer days we have had together — in all eternity
no one can take them from us.
Halla {withdraws her hands excitedly). Don't you know
of any way ? Say that the bailiff is your enemy and has had
the letter framed up.

ACT SECOND 43
Kari. You know yourself that it would be no use. (Goes
to her.) I believe it is God's will that you should not flee
with me. I have told you how beautiful it can be in the
hills, but all the terrors I have not told you of — the sand
storms, when the whole plain seems to be on fire, the
nights as long as a whole winter, and the hunger stealing
close to you like an evil mist. You might have come to
hate me.
Halla. I will hear nothing of all that. ( Under her breath
in terror.) They are coming!
Enter BJ0rn and the District Judge, followed by a crowd of
peasants and farm hands. Others come in as the action proceeds.
BJ0rn (pointing). There stands the man.
The Judge (goes to Kari). You say your name is Kari.
(Shows the letter.) According to this letter, your name is
Eyvind, and you are an escaped thief.
Kari. That is a lie.
Bj0rn. Read the letter.
(The Judge gives him a sharp look. He opens the letter and
reads to himself, now and then raising his eyes from the letter
to Kari's face.)
A Peasant (in a low voice). What does the judge say?
BJ0rn. In the early spring, a man came here who knew
him (pointing) as an escaped thief. I wrote to have the case
looked up, and yesterday I got the answer.
The Judge. The description fits you. It is my duty under
the law to take you into custody.
(Murmuring among the peasants.)
First Peasant. I never should have believed it.
Kari. It is the bailiff to whom this letter was sent. May
I be allowed to ask where it came from?

44 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Bj0rn. From the southland where you were born.
Kari. I was born in the east and have never been south.
Bj0rn. Will the judge look at the seal?
"The Judge. The seal is correct. {To Halla.) He is in
your service. Have you found this man to be a thief?
Halla. No. He has shown himself a trustworthy and
an able man. {To the people.) Don't you believe, as 1 do,
that Kari is innocent?
The Crowd (murmuring). Yes, yes !
The Judge. I cannot judge this case. I must send him
to the district where Eyvind's home is. (To Halla.) Can
you vouch for him a few days? At present I cannot well
spare two men for the journey.
Halla. I am not afraid to do that.
Bj0rn. It seems to me unwise to set a woman to watch
a thief. If the judge wishes it, I will take him into safe
keeping myself.
Halla. Does the bailiff think he can give counsel to the
judge? I offer my farm as surety for Kari.
The Judge {interrupting BJ0rn, who is about to reply). Si
lence! {To Halla.) Then you are responsible. [Exit.
Bj0rn. I must say that the former judge was not wont
to delay the law.
Halla {to the peasants). You came here to listen to false
charges, but you shall have a better pastime. You shall see
the bailiff himself play at glima with the man he calls thief.
BJ0rn. You must be crazy! I won't touch him.
Halla. My dear brother-in-law made me a promise last
spring that he would wrestle with Kari here at the folds.
It was a wager, and now he is backing out of it. What do
you say to that?
BJ0rn. An honest man does not play with a thief.

ACT SECOND 45
Halla. He is no more thief than you are. Should you
be a thief, because I said so? (To the people.) He is only
too glad to get out of the glima. He is a coward ! He is a
coward !
(Laud or suppressed laughter all around^
Bj0rn. Never before has BJ0rn Bergsteinsson been called
a coward. (Takes off his coat.)
(Kari throws off his coat. The crowd draws back, leaving an
open space. The '¦^ glima" begins. BJ0m pushes Kari out to
the back, and the people follow. The heads of the wrestlers
are seen ; then they disappear to the left. A moment of silence,
then a sudden outcry.)
All. Kari has won ! Kari has won ! (Silence again.) 6J0rn
is hurt! [Exeunt some of the crowd.
Kari. I think he has had enough. (Goes to Halla.)
A Peasant. Bj0rn had his leg broken. We must help him.
Jon. I told them to look out for the rocks.
Halla. It was the bailiff who drew Kari out on the rocks.
[Exeunt the rest of the peasants.
BJ0rn's voice is heard, threatening. You shall pay me back
for this, Halla!
Arnes. I am glad he got it.
Arngrim. "Hard upon hard," said the old woman; she
sat down on a stone.
The Boy (goes to Kari, almost weeping). You are not a
thief! Kari {patting him on the head). No, no!
Halla {to Arnes). Will you do me the favor to see that
my sheep are driven home to-night? I don't want Kari
to stay here any longer.
Arnes. I will do it gladly. (To Kari.) I meant to warn you
against what has overtaken you now.

46 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
Kari. I know it. You meant well.
The Boy. May I go home with Kari?
Halla. No, you must stay here and help Arnes. I will
go home with Kari myself. (Laughs.) You know I must
watch my prisoner. You may bring the horses, the black
and the sorrel. [Exit the Boy.
Gudfinna. Why all this hurry?
Halla (goes to her). You always had a liking for the little
box where my husband kept his money. When we get
home, I want you to have that box and all that is in it.
Gudfinna. But you keep your own money there!
Halla. Not all. I meant to buy quite a number of sheep
here to-day.
Gudfinna (on her way out). I must be getting old. I don't
understand anything any more.
Halla. You need not tell them up at the folds that I
am going home.
Gudfinna(taking Halla' s hand). God blessyou ! {Hervoice
breaks.) [Exit.
Arnes {to Arngrim). We had better be off, too.
Arngrim {goes to Kari). If you should happen to ride
astray, take care you don't lose her in the mist. [Exeunt.
Kari (to Halla). What do you mean by riding home
now? Halla. Thank God, we have good horses! The folks
won't get home with the sheep before nightfall, and they
will not begin to look for us until to-morrow. By that time
we shall have a good start.
Kari.You must not flee with me, Halla. You don't know
the life you are going to.
Halla. You are a great child. Don't you think that I

ACT SECOND 47
have weighed it all? (Smiles.) If you won't let me come
and live with you, I will marry the bailiff.
Kari {kneeling before her). Halla !
Halla {stands for a moment in silence; takes a long breath).
To-night we two shall ride alone in the hills !

ACT III
A small grass-grown plot. In the foreground, to the right,a fan
tastic lava formation,a hollow cone five yards inheight and three
yards in circumference,once an enormous lava bubble produced by
gases in the liquid lava. In course of time, the roof has crumbled,
also the nearest wall. The farther wall is still standing, but there
is a hole in it, through which the sky can be seen. Farther back
and somewhat to the left, the wall of a small hut is seen, though
partly hidden by the lava formation. The hut is built of stone,
the walls of small stones chinked with sod, the roof of large lava
slabs. To the left, a deep gorge, the farther wall of which is so
much higher than the one near by that it completely shuts off the
view to the left. At the bottom of the gorge, a stream. Farther
up, the gorge makes a turn to the left, and here the upper part
of a waterfall is seen. Behind this,the glacier. On the grass plot
is a hearth with a smouldering fire. Some rocks covered with skins
serve as seats. From the gorge comes the murmuring sound ofthe
waterfall. The stage is empty. A horn is heard, first a short call, then
a longer.
Enter Kari and Arnes. They are weather-beaten, bareheaded,
dressed in knitted jerkins and knitted knee-breeches. Their feet
are bare in their shoes. Both have ram's horns hanging at their
side. Kari carries a swan, Arnes a bunch of ptarmigans , some
faggots, and a few tufts of bearberry.
Kari (looking into the hut). Halla ! No, she is not here.
Arnes. She may have gone for water.
Kari {lays down the swan). It is quite heavy.
Arnes. You might have let me carry it. I had not tired
myself with running.

ACT THIRD 49
Kari. As I had caught it, I wanted to carry it. (Smiles.)
The old pride, you see.
Arnes. The honor would have been yours just the same.
Kari. This is the first swan this fall. {Stroking it fondly.)
I am glad the feathers didn't get blood-stained.
Arnes. It would be lonesome up here if we were only two.
Kari. Indeed it would, but you have tried the loneli
ness before. Was it not two years you had been alone be
fore you met us ?
Arnes. Two and a half.
Kari (pleased). Do you know what we '11 do ? We'll hide
the swan and say that we 've come home empty-handed.
{Takes the swan.) Hand me the ptarmigans. (Hides them
behind the hut.) Now I wish Halla would come soon.
{Walks to the back and blows his horn.)
Halla (is heard answering). Hello !
Kari. Here she comes.
Arnes. You are a happy mortal.
Kari. Yes, I am happy, and it is good to be here. We are
free. We have enough to eat. We have sunshine, water, and
shelter. What more Ao yon-wznO. (Arnes is silent.) I know
you are brooding over something you don't want to tell
me. You seem more gloomy every day. Are you longing
to get away from here ?
Arnes. Don't let us talk about such things to-day.
Kari. Perhaps it would do you good to unburden your
self to me or, better still, to Halla. She is wiser than I am,
and she cares a good deal for you, I tell you.
Ames. There are not many like Halla.
Kari (hastily). We won't tell Halla about the mist. It
might frighten her.
Arnes. I 'II hold my peace.

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Enter Halla, carrying a pail of -water. The pail is of plaited
willow twigs chinked with clay. With the other hand she leads
a little girl about three years old. Halla is dressed in a white
jerkin and black skirt, both of knitted wool. She wears her sil
ver girdle around her waist. The child has on white knitted
clothes. They are bare-headed, and their foot-wear is the same
as that worn by the men.
Halla. Did you have good luck to-day?
Kari (dolefully). We have caught nothing but trouble
and weariness. The ptarmigans made themselves scarce
to-day. We saw a flock of six, but they flew away before
we could get our snares out.
Halla (to Arnes). Is it true, what he says ?
Arnes. It's true enough. We saw six ptarmigans, but
they got away from us.
Halla. I am sorry. We must hope for better luck next
time. Kari (laughing). I fooled you that time ! (Runs toward
the hut.) Look here! Five big, fat ptarmigans!
Halla. Well, well!
Kari (holding up the swan). And that 's all.
Halla. What a lovely surprise ! How did you catch it ?
Kari. I ran it down.
Arnes. I don't believe there are many who can beat him
at that. I know I can't.
Tota. May Tota pat it?
Halla. Tota may do anything she wants to. I should
like to make you a jacket of swan's down.
Kari {cuts off the feet of the swan). You would like these,
wouldn't you?
Tota. Yes.

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Kari. Some day when I have time I will skin them and
make little bags for you to keep your pebbles in.
Halla. You ' ve got lovely playthings there ! ( Squats down
on the ground.) Where are mother's eyes ? (Hiding her eyes
with the swan's feet.)
Tota {takes them away from her eyes). Here!
Halla (rising). Did you eat all your food?
Kari. Every bite.
Halla. Then you can't be hungry.
Kari. No.
Halla. And it is too early for the evening meal, but I can
make you some tea.
Kari. Yes, do. (To Ames.) Let us carry the swan to the
cave. [Exeunt Kari and Arnes.
Halla. Now Tota must be tied, so the waterfall can't
take her, while mother is making tea. (Takes a rope that is
fastened to a rock and ties it around Tota's waist. Brings some
of her playthings.) Here are all your horses. (Puts a kettle
of -water over the fire; places some earthenware cups on the
rocks by the hearth; takes a handful of dried herbs from a bag,
rinses them in cold water, and portions them out in the cups.
The faggots Arnes has brought, she throws on the fire. As she
works, she sings.)
Have you seen a brave young lad ?
'Tis my friend.
Dearest friend;
'Mongst all men in byrnie clad
The bonniest is he.
I have smiled my teeth all white and shining,
I have smiled my teeth all white and shining
with glee.

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Have you heard his voice's call.
Call of love.
Song of love ?
O'er my heart the sound did fall
And hushed its quick desire.
He has kissed my lips all red and glowing.
He has kissed my lips all red and glowing
as fire.
There! Now we must get the water to boil. (Picks up the
tufts of bearberry and goes to Tota.) See what Arnes brought
you! Tota. They are berries.
Halla. Yes, but you must not eat them or you will get
a pain in your little stomach. (Rises and finds a long, stiff
straw.) Now I '11 show you what you can do. {Threading
the berries on the straw, she counts.) One, two — four — six,
seven — so many years your father and mother have been
in the hills. (Strokes Tota's hair.) When you are sixteen,
we shall have lived here for twenty years, and then we
shall be free again. On that day, Tota shall wear snow-
white clothes and shoes of colored leather, and mother
will clasp her silver girdle around your waist. And when
we come down to the lowlands, the first one we meet is
a young man with silver buttons in his coat. He stops
and turns his horse and stands looking after you ever so
long. Then your mother has grown old and wrinkled,
and her hair is almost as white as snow. Your father, too,
has grown old. But you are straight as a silver-weed, and
when you run, you lift your feet high !
Enter Kari and Arnes.
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headlong into the cave, when we lifted the cover from the
entrance. Halla. Did you ? {Gives the straw to Tota.) Now you can
go on by yourself. (Rises.) Is there any need of closing the
cave every time? When it's not raining, it might be left
open. Kari. No harm in being careful. If they should come
upon us suddenly, we surely should not have time to close
the entrance, and they would find the cave and destroy all
our stores, as they did five years ago. Do you remember
when we came back to the old place and found nothing
but ashes? — and winter setting in. Not a single piece of
mutton did they leave us.
Halla. I don't easily forget.
Kari. Whenever I think of it, I feel like doing some
thing wicked. After all, we are human too.
Halla {laughing coldly). We 're only the foxes who take
their sheep.
Kari (to Arnes). How did you hide your stores when you
were alone?
Arnes. I had many hiding-places. Once I stole some
twenty-eight pounds of butter. I stuffed it down into a fis
sure in a rock.
Kari. That was pretty shrewd.
(They are silent!)
Halla. Did you have a clear outlook from the moun
tain this afternoon?
Kari. Yes. There was a little mist far to the southward.
Halla. It was from the south that the cloud came in my
dream. Kari. You can never forget about that dream.
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the cloud. {Silent for a moment!) You are quite sure the two
men whose tracks you saw a month ago did not get on our
trail ?
Kari. Quite sure. If they had, they would have come
closer. Halla. Just think if they had seen smoke and told about
it down in the parish!
Kari. They have done nothing of the kind ; for if they
had, they would have been up here with many men long
ago. Ah, the water is boiling.
(Halla lifts the kettle from the fire and pours water over the
herbs!) Kari. Your tea will soon be giving out.
Halla. Yes, I must take a day and gather enough for
the winter. I will go down to the Sun Valley. Nowhere
else are the herbs so fine.
(They drink their tea.)
Kari. Don't forget to lay in a store of herbs for your
salve. You know how troublesome a little scratch can be,
when the cold gets into it. You kept the honey I found ?
Halla. I did.
Kari. That is good for wounds, too. And you must
gather cotton grass for lamp wicks. (Goes to Tota and gives
her tea.) Tota must have a taste, too.
Arnes {has been looking at Halla). Your hair was quite
black before, but now there has come a sheen of red into it.
Kari. I have not noticed it, but your freckles are all
gone, I have seen that. {Patting her cheek.) Are you going
to give us more tea? ,
Halla. As much as you want.
Kari (rises and goes into the hut; returns with three wooden
pipes and two pouches, one large and one small). You need

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not be saving ofthe leaves, but the tobacco I shall have to
dole out to you.
{They fill their pipes.)
Halla (smiling). It was foolish of you to teach me to
smoke. Kari. Why should n't you have that boon as well as I ?
(Shakes his bag.) You need not be shy, I have more in the
cave, and when winter sets in and the snow is fit for ski
ing, we 'II take Arnes down to my brother's. He promised
to lay in good stores of tobacco and salt, and I will pay
him with wool, as I did last time.
Halla. If only you don't end by being caught on one of
those journeys !
Kari. Never ! {They sit smoking in silence.) Now I am just
in the mood to listen to a good story. Have you oneto tell us?
Arnes (rising). No, I have not. (Goes toward the gorge.)
Kari. It does not matter if you have told it before.
Halla. Arnes may be saving them for the winter.
Kari (rises; lays down his pipe). Do you know what you
should do? Have a good talk with Arnes. I believe he is
getting restless and thinks of leaving us.
Halla. I hope not.
Kari. I will go and take a bath. You can speak better
to him alone, and I need to wash off the sweat. (Sings on
his way out.)
Far in the hills I wandered; softly shone the summer
night.
And the sun had ne'er a thought of sleeping.
Now will I bring my sweetheart dear the hidden trea
sure bright.
For faithfully my vows I would be keeping.

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Heigh, ho!
New and fine my stockings are, new and fine my shoes,
And not a care in all the world to plague me!
Halla {sits silent). Is time hanging heavy on you up here ?
Arnes {goes to her). No, that is only something Kari has
got into his head, because I am not always merry.
Halla {smiling). Once you boasted of being kin to the
trolls. Arnes. So I am. (Halla rises; blows a great puff of smoke
into his face; laughs. Arnes takes hold of her -wrists.) Once
there were two trolls. They quarrelled and turned each
other into stone. One had to stand where all the birds
dropped their filth, and the other had to stand where all
the winds blew. Which would you rather be?
Halla {tears herself away). I have not been turned to
stone yet. {Laughs.) I thought you had forgotten all your
old stories.
Arnes. You are strong.
Halla {sits down on the grass, leaning on her arm). Can you
foretell things from the clouds?
Arnes. Yes, about the weather.
Halla. I don't mean that.
Arnes {sits down beside her). When I was a child, I used
to sail my viking ships on the clouds. Do you want me to
foretell your fate?
Halla. You just said that you could not.
Arnes. The clouds tell nothing about our lives. They are
only the dreamlands of earth. Will you let me see your arm?
Halla. Why f.
Arnes {lifts her arm). You think these lines on your arm
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if I knew enough, I could read your whole fate in them.
Something, perhaps, I can see. Who would believe that
these slender arms could be so strong.
Halla (laughing). And what stands written there ?
Arnes. You must sit still. Here is a deep, narrow line
across your arm, that means sorrow. And there is a big
fire. (Stroking her arm with the tips of his fingers.) I can see
the tongues of flame. That means that you are loved.
{Kisses her arm.)
Halla {stands up; laughs). Did you burn yourself?
Arnes. I should like to read your fate all day long.
Halla. Then you might tell me things I did not care to
hear. But I must get to work.
(Halla goes into the hut. Arnes looks after her. She comes out
bringing wool, a spindle, and a sheep's skin.)
Halla. If you are not too tired after the hunt, this skin
can stand a little more.
Arnes. Give it to me. (Takes a large ring made of a ram's
horn. From the ring hangs a loop of rope, in -which he puts his
foot. He draws the skin through the ring and keeps pulling it
back and forth. Halla sits down, turning her spindle. They are
silent!) Halla. It is queer about the sound ofthe waterfall. Most
of the time I don't hear it at all, but if it were to stop, I
should miss it. Is it the same with you?
Arnes. Yes.
Halla. At first I was almost afraid of it. Then I began
to love it, and now I should only miss it if it were not
there any more. We mortals are strange.
(They are silent again!)
Arnes. Can you tell me why some people should be hap
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Halla. No, that I cannot.
Arnes. Kari has been happy for seven years.
Halla. Are you sure of that ?
Arnes. Why should he not be happy ? He has a wife and
child. Halla. Was there no one down your way whom you
could bring with you up here?
Arnes. Who do you think would become an outlaw for
my sake?
Halla. Would n't you dare to carry off a woman ? I
should try my best to be good to her.
Arnes. Do you think Kari would have dared to carry
you off against your will ?
Halla. Ask him.
Arnes. Why does he not' show it, if he cares so much
for you ? He forgets about helping you with firewood and
carrying water, and if the meat is not cooked the way
he likes it, he scolds you. One might think you were his
servant girl.
Halla. Don't let that worry you.
Arnes. And he can't even see the color of your hair.
Halla. Do you bear a grudge against Kari, because he
caught the swan ?
Arnes. You had house and home and a good name, and
you gave it all up for his sake. He ought to keep that in
mind more than he does.
Halla. I don't want Kari to be offering up thanks like
a meek bondsman. Besides, I have done nothing for him.
I did it all for myself.
Arnes. He does not even bother to curry the skins for
your bedding. If you did not have me, you would have to
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Halla (stands up). I don't want your help. (Takes hold
of the skin.) Let go !
Arnes (gives it up reluctantly). Are you angry ?
Halla (takes the skin out of the horn-ring and throws it into
the hut). You are not so sorely needed as you think you are.
(Sits down again to her work.)
Arnes. I did not mean that. It makes me happy when I
can do some little thing for you. Won't you let me finish it ?
Halla. You shall not touch it.
Arnes {stands for a moment, puzzled). Will you not for
give me what I said? I cannot bear to have you angry
with me.
Halla. I am not angry.
Arnes. When you were ill, I once brought you some
green leaves that had come up through the snow. Then you
gave me a kiss.
Halla. Did I ? (Smiles; kisses him lightly on the cheek.) Have
you peace in your soul now?
Arnes. I don't know. I believe I shall never have peace
in my soul any more.
{They are silent.)
Halla. You were good to me the time I was ill.
Arnes. I am not good to anybody. I am wicked.
Halla. You are not.
Arnes. Even with you I sometimes feel that I could hurt
you. Halla. We can all be ugly when we are tired and hun
gry- Arnes. Will you let me kiss your mouth? Just once?
Halla (rising). No.
Arnes. Your lips will suffer no harm from it. (Takes
hold of her shoulders and tries to draw her to him.)

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Halla {tears herself away from him). Have you gone mad ?
Arnes. You have been true to Kari for seven years now.
It is time you tired of it.
Halla. Now your face looks like the bailifPs when he
called me a harlot. {Gives him a box en the ear.)
Arnes (furiously). I know you better than you think.
You are so pure! You have never done an evil deed!
Halla. What do you mean?
Arnes. Kari is more open-mouthed than you think. You
have had a child before this one.
(Halla shields her face with her hands as though warding off a
blow. Arnes sits silent.)
Halla. Why don't you say that I killed my child ? That
is what you meant to say. You know I did it.
Arnes. My cursed mouth.
Halla. You judge me. How can you? You don't know
what it means to bring a life into the world. It grows
heavier day by day like the snow of winter. If we had had
spring and sunshine! But the times were hard and food
was scarce. I did a good deed when I laid my child out in
the cold. Far less suffering that than life!
Arnes. I do not judge what you did.
Halla. No, you thought I was an angel who was long
ing to be your harlot. You can go with a lighted candle
into my soul and search it. You will find no remorse there.
What could we have done with a child, if we had been
forced to flee? Should we have left it with strangers? And
how do you think it would have fared? A child of felons,
scorned by all !
Arnes {broken-hearted). I did not know that my words
would hurt you so much.
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ACT THIRD 6 1
given birth to two children, and cruel was the pain, but I
would rather bear ten children than live that night over
again. When I had carried my child out into the cold, my
mind gave way. In my ravings, I thought the child lay by
my side, and above us was a flock of birds — pitch black.
I bent over it to shield it, and the birds pecked into my
back, into my lungs they pecked. (Stops short from emotion.)
Ames. Would I were dead!
Halla (calmer). I wished for the death of that child long
before it was born. {Goes to Tota.) But this my little spring
time child I have never wished ill. The first time I felt her
life, it seemed a token of forgiveness that I was allowed
to become a mother again, and when she came into the
world, the sun was shining,and the sky was blue and warm.
(Kisses her.)
Ames. My tongue got the better of me. (Puts his hand
on his heart.) There is a devil dwelhng in me. (Stands motion
less.) I love you.
Halla (turns toward him). Have you not done hurting
me yet?
Arnes (crushed). No matter what I say, you think I mean
ill. Halla. I shall not speak to you again. (Sits down to her
work!) Arnes. Nor will you have to listen to me any more. I am
going down to the lowlands, and there they can do with me
what they like.
Halla. If you tell them of our hiding-place, they may
let you off more easily.
Ames. Even that you believe I could do!
Halla (rising). If you cared for me as much as you say,
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Ames. Love has made you good and me bad. {He is silent.)
Do you remember the time Kari and I went up the glacier,
and he fell down into a crack? He told you I had been
so frightened that I shook all over. It was not for his life I
feared; I feared my own thoughts.
Halla (terrified by a dawning apprehension). What do you
mean ?
Arnes. I have often wished Kari dead.
Halla. It is not true!
Arnes. It is. Do you understand now that I must go away
from here? I no longer dare to live with you two, and neither
do I dare to live alone.
Halla. I wish you had never crossed our path.
Arnes (following up his own thoughts). If Kari had not been
so trusting as he is, I don't know what I might not have
done; but he had such faith in me. You don't know all the
words the Tempter can whisper in one's ear. I thought
Kari had been happy so long that it would be only fair if he
had to die now. It seemed to me that you and I were more
akin in our souls, that we had more of the wilds in us. I felt
it was he alone that stood between us two.
Halla. I forbid you to say another word. All your thoughts
are lies. If Kari had died, I should have followed him. You
would have had my corpse, not me. And if I had learned
that you were the cause of his death, I should have killed
you while you were asleep. I have given my all to my hus
band, even my conscience. I can go on living, even if he
should not always care so much for me, but when I no
longer love him, then I die.
Arnes. I am glad you love your husband. I don't know
whether it is because I have unburdened myself of all my
evil thoughts, or whether it is because I have made up my

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mind to give myself up and serve my time, but I feel a peace
within me that I have not known for long, To-morrow I
shall go away from here and never come back. I shall tell
Kari that I mean to take a short trip. {Goes to Halla.) Will
you do the last thing I ask of you in this life — never to
let him know the truth?
Halla. I can make you no promise.
Arnes. Then I will bid you good-bye while we are alone.
I shall cross the lava strip and sit down where I can look
out over the sand waste. You may tell Kari that I shall be
back in an hour. (Holding out his hand.) Is there no hope
that you can ever think of me without bitterness when I
am gone?
Halla {takes his hand). Good-bye, Arnes.
Arnes. Good-bye, Halla.. (Walks a few steps; stops.) When
I am sitting within prison walls, I shall remember you as
the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. [Exit.
Halla {stands looking after him; then goes to Tota). What
a good, quiet little girl you are ! Getting sleepy ? (Finds a
small skin, which she spreads on the ground.) Now mother will
sing you to sleep, as she did in the old times. (Unfastens the
rope.) ^hall I, Tota?
Tota. Yes.
Halla (sits down and takes her on her lap). Then you must
close your eyes. (Sits silent, then hums as she rocks the child.)
Sweetly sleep, my dear young love.
Outside rain is falling.
Mother safely away will stow
Horse and sheep and swan and dove.
Then we '11 rest, we two, for night is calling.

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Darkness spreads o'er many a woe.
Sore hearts, broken pledges.
Meadows green laid waste I saw.
Scythe of sand the field did mow.
Death calls from the glacier's cruel ledges.
Are you asleep ? {She rises slowly, lays the child on the skin,
and covers her up, then sits down to her work.)
Enter Kari, his hair wet from the bath.
Kari. Do you know what I have a mind to do?
Halla.Y ou must not speak too loud. Tota is asleep. (Kari
goes to the left.) Where are you going?
Kari. I '11 be right back. {Disappears down the gorge. A
moment later he comes into view again.) Some day when I
feel good and strong I have a mind to try to swim against
the current all the way into the inner ravine. From here I
should look like a dwarf down there.
Halla {rising). Arnes went out on the sands. He will be
back in about an hour. He has made up his mind to start
on a trip to the southland to-morrow.
Kari. I knew he was longing to get away from here.
I only hope he will not come to harm!
Halla (goes to him). If he should never come back, we
two should be alone, as we were in the old days. (Takes his
hands.) Do you care a little for me yet?
Kari. You know I do.
Halla. I feel that I need to hear you say it.
Kari (holding her hands). And I show it far too seldom.
I forget. You must tell me when there is anything you
want me to do. (Kisses her; releases her hands!) Are you
sorry that Arnes is going?
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once. It welled out from a moss-covered hillock and ran
in a ring. Where it flowed the banks were green, but else
where there was nothing but sand. Its whole course was
no longer than what I could walk in thirty steps. It seems
to me that life is like that stream.
Enter Arnes, running.
Arnes (in a -whisper). They 're coming !
Kari (terrified). What ?
Halla {goes to Arnes). Are you trying to scare us ?
Arnes. They 'II be here in a minute. I counted nine.
You must flee at once ! There 's no time to lose.
Halla. I won't run away from Tota.
Kari. We stand no chance, three against nine. You must
leave her with them. There they are ! For God's sake, run !
(Halla is on the point of running.)
BJ0rn's voice (full of bitter malice). Now catch the foxes !
Halla (startled, stops). It 's BJ0rn ! (A terrible expression
as of madness darkens her features. She seizes Tota; her voice
is harsh and unnatural!) The cub he shall not have !
Tota {frightened and sleepy). Mother !
Halla {runs sobbing to the gorge). Tota ! Tota ! Tota ! (Dis
appears.) Kari {who has remained inert and dumb with terror runs
after). What are you doing?
(From the gorge is heard the scream of a child, which is sud
denly silenced. Halla comes up again!)
Kari. HaUa! Halla!
BJ0rn's voice (very near). Make haste!
Halla {shrieks to him). Devil !
Enter BJ0rn.
Bj0rn (grabbing Hallo). Now I 've got you !

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(Kari seizes his knife and stabs BJ0rn through the heart., Bj0rn
falls dead. Kari and Halla flee. BJ0rn's men enter, stand
as though paralyzed at the sight of the slain man. Arnes goes
slowly up to them.)

ACT IV
A small hut in the hills. Two large stones covered with skins
serve as seats. The low bedstead is also covered with skins. On
the wall hang some poor, clumsy tools. In the slanting roof, a
small window is darkened with snow. On the hearth, a larw
fire. Outside, a snowstorm. Now and then, snow comes whirl
ing down the smoke-hole.
Kari is pacing to and fro, beating his arms. Halla sits si
lent. They are both dressed in skins.
Halla. Are you cold?
Kari. I don't know. (Halla rises and puts some faggots on
the fire. Kari takes a stick from the wall; counts.) I need n't
count the notches. This is the seventh day the snowstorm
is raging without a break, and it is past Easter. How long
do you think it can keep on ?
Halla. It 's no use asking me about it.
Kari (replaces the stick in the wall). If the walls were not
frozen so hard, the storm would have torn down the hut
long ago.
Halla. It is bound to stop sometime.
Kari. You think so ? It 's four years now since that ter
rible summer when the sun was red and dim from morn
ing till night. (In secret awe.) There may come a summer
when the sun does not rise at all.
Halla. It was the ashes that made the sun look so red
that summer.
Kari. I could well live a whole summer without the sun,
if I only had food. {Picks up a big knife.)This fellow has not
tasted meat in a whole eternity. (A rapturous ring comes into
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could hardly walk. {Plants himself in front of Halla.) If he
stood there now, bodily, should you have strength enough
to hold his feet for me?
Halla. I think I should.
Kari. We should have to take care not to be too greedy.
If we could only hold back the first two days, we might
eat as much as we wanted afterward. (His mouth waters;
he swallows saliva.) You have seen a butchered sheep hung
up to dry in the wind ; its flesh is as tender as a young girl's.
I feel as though I could fondle it; I could bite it.
Halla. We have promised each other not to speak of
food. Kari.Pi.nd. how do you think the heart would taste smok
ing hot from the fire ? I could swallow it in one mouthful.
I should feel as if I had eaten, if I could only smell warm
meat. Halla. You will make me sick if you don't stop talking
about food. Don't you think I am just as hungry as you
are? And I hold my peace.
Kari. Yes, you hold your peace. (Puts down the knife.) If
I did not see your eyes, I should think you were dead,
and yet you are human and living like myself. Are you
not? (Halla is silent.) Or perhaps you are a heathen image?
Must I kneel down before you and pray for fine weather?
Shall I build a fire before you and stain your feet with
blood? What do you want?
Halla. I want to be left in peace.
Kari. You ought to be a tree, then you could wither in
peace. Why don't you cry out like every living thing that
suffers. You don't know how your calmness racks me.
Even the trees cry and moan in the autumn gales — they
wail!

ACT FOURTH 69
Halla. I should wail too, if there was any one that could
hear me.
Kari. I don't care whether anybody hears my screams
or not. I'll scream; I'll yell. (Tells.)
Halla (stands up). Are you not ashamed of yourself?
Kari (in a weak voice). This cannot last. I should have
gone long ago. I ought to have gone at once, the first day
the food gave out, but you thought every day that the
morrow would bring fine weather. I know you said it to
soothe me, but it was not right.
Halla. It was no use going to certain death.
Kari. I should never be afraid of getting lost. If the
snowstorm is ever so dark, I find my way. (Raises his hand.)
I know where I am by trend of the wind.
Halla. If you were so sure of yourself, you ought indeed
to have gone long ago.
Kari (hardening). You say that?
Halla. Yes, I say that.
Kari. Take care! You have tempted me to stay day after
day. Your believing and hoping palsied my will. You
wormed your own fear into my heart and broke my cour
age. If we both die of hunger, the fault is yours, and yours
alone. Halla. Is it my fault?
Kari. You have lived in the hills for sixteen years, and
you don't know them more than a child does. Perhaps you
think the snowstorm will have pity ? Woii't you open the
door and bid the snowstorm be still ? Why don't you ?
Halla. You say that it is my fault if we starve to death.
Who was it that stole?
Kari {stands for a moment speechless). You are homely.
I have never before seen how homely you are. Your face

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makes me think of the head of a dead horse. {Reaches out
his arms.) May I feel of your hair if it does n't all come
out? Halla. Don't touch me!
Kari {lets his arms fall. An expression of sadness comes into
his voice). I thought you were the only one who understood
that I could not help what I did. Neither could you help
what you have done, and yet you are bringing my misdeeds
up against me.
Halla. Never before have I upbraided you for this, but
you put the whole blame on me.
Kari. And you said it in such a hard tone. It was as if
you struck me with stones.
Halla. My voice was no harder than yours.
Kari. It 's becoming in you to chide me, as if you had
not yourself urged me to steal many a time !
Halla. Since we became outlawed we have had a right
to steal. We had to do it to keep from starving.
Kari. I thought you had forgiven me, and then you have
been hoarding your charges. For sixteen years you have kept
them, and they have not been corrupted either by rust or
moth. Halla. Come now, don't be angry, Kari. I said it in the
heat of temper.
Kari. I am not angry, but it hurt so ! I thought that you
would be my spokesman before the Great Judge. If you
could forgive me. He might do it, too.
Halla. I did not mean to hurt you. I only said it to de
fend myself.
Kari {following up his own thoughts). There are stones
in the hills that are blood-stained from my feet; you must
gather those and bring them before the Great Judge.

ACT FOURTH 71
Halla. Won't you take to weeping, so I can gather up
your tears and bring them before the Great Judge?
Kari. Are you mocking me?
Halla. Yes ; I won't listen to your whining any longer.
Now we shall sit down and hold our peace. (Sits down.)
Kari. You shall not be worried by my whining. (Takes
the fur socks down from the -wall; sits down and unties the
straps of his shoes. Halla watches him in silence, while he puts
on one sock!)
Halla. Are you going?
Kari. Yes.
Halla. You don't ask my advice?
Kari. No, this time I don't ask it.
Halla (rising). When you go out of that door, you need
not think of me any more.
Kari. I know your voice when you are angry. You ought
to thank me for going out in such weather.
Halla. Yes, you are brave. It is not that you have
any hope of saving our lives. You wiU only lie down in the
snow and die.
Kari. You can believe it if you like.
Halla {goes to him). I b^ of you, let those hard words be
forgotten. Kari. It is not because of them that I am going. The
worst that can befall me is to die in the snow, and that is
better than sitting here.
Halla. First of all, we must use our common sense. The
only thing we can do is to wait here until the weather
clears. Kari. And then the food will come flying in through the
door! Halla. Not that, but there will be means of help. We

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can dig up roots to still the worst hunger, and we can go to
the lake for fish.
Kari. The snowstorm may last four or five days yeti, and
by that time we shall be dead from hunger.
Halla. How long shall you be gone?
Kari. Two days at the most.
Halla {goes to him and touches his shoulder). I beg you to
stay for my sake ! We have lived together for sixteen years,
and now let us also die together.
Kari. I know your way of hiding your will. Now it
is your will that I should stay, but this time you are
foiled. Halla.Y on cared for me when I fled with you to the Jiills.
You told me there was no one like me in all the world.
You carried me across the streams, until I grew strong
enough to ford them myself. You risked your life to get the
things you knew I liked. Have you forgotten ?
Kari. I have forgotten nothing.
Halla. And all the nights we slept with the heavens above
us ! Was it not blessed to feel the morning breeze over your
face and to open your eyes and look into the blue sky ? Then
you kissed me and said that you loved me.
Kari. You shall not stop me from going.
Halla (turns away from him). I know why I have this fear
of being alone. It is because I am so far away from every
living thing, and there's no sun and no stream here. (Turns
toward him.) If we feel that we must die,you can close the
smoke-hole, and I will fill the hut with smoke. We shall lie
down side by side. {Touches his hand.) I will take your hand,
and we shall dream that we are going out into a sand-storm
together. Kari (harshly). Now leave me in peace.

ACT FOURTH 73
Halla (in helpless fear). I will tell you the truth. I don't
dare to be alone.
Kari. Are you afraid of the dark ?
Halla. When you aregone,I know I shall begin to listen.
I know what I shall hear.
Kari. What do you hear?
Halla. I hear the sound of a greit heavy waterfall. I hear
the screams of my child. You must not leave me.
Kari (turns away). You spare me nothing; you make my
going as hard as can be.
Halla. I forbid you to go! It's inhuman to leave me
here alone. If you ever come back, you will find me a mad
beast. Kart. Now you shall keep still. I will not listen to your
whining any longer.
Halla. You are like all the rest. When your will is set,
you have no heart. (Sits down silently.)
Kari (fastens his foot-gear; ties a rope around his waist).
When I draw it tight enough, I don't feel that I am hun
gry. (Puts on a coat of heavy fur!) You must watch the fire
and not let it go out. I'll bring you some more faggqts
from the wood-shed.
Halla (stands up; her voice is husky). Better kill me before
you go. (Bares her breast!) Stab me with your knife — right
here ! I won't scream. {Shuts her eyes.) I shall think I am
nursing my child, and the little teeth are biting my breast.
Kari. Have you gone mad?
Halla. You have n't the heart, but you have the heart
to let me sit here all alone. A wretched little train-oil lamp
you would put out before you went; you could not bear
to let it burn over nothing. (Sits down.)
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many a bad deed, but so far as I know, I have never been
cruel. Nor will I be cruel to you. (Takes off his coat.) Then
we shall wait together as you wish. Does that make you
feel happier?
Halla. I don't know. I can feel neither joy nor grief
any longer. I think I would rather be alone.
Kari. You don't mean that.
Halla. If you think it wiser to go, you must do so.
Kari. I thought it would make you glad if I stayed.
Halla (rising). If you had taken me in your arms and
told me that you loved me with all my wretchedness and
all my homeliness, that would have made me glad; but you
did not.
Kari. Yet you know it was for your sake I stayed.
Halla. Are you so sure of that ? Perhaps you were afraid
that you might be guilty of a wrong deed. I think you had
in mind the Great Judge rather than me.
Kari. I have once been judged by men; that is why I
so often think of the last judgment.
Halla. I will have no talk of conscience between you
and me. Be yourself with me, whether you are good or bad.
After all, you don't know if the Great Judge looks kindly
at what you call good deeds. Look at me! Look at me!
You could not be more cruel to your worst enemy. Why
was I given this hunger and not the food to still it ? I have
never wished to be born. I would rather be anything else
than a human being. I would rather be the sand, whirling
aimlessly over yonder waste. If there is a God, He must
be cruel — but there is no God.
Kari. You are only lashing yourself up. You ought
rather to humble yourself and pray God to help both you
and me. Without Him we are but dust and ashes.

ACT FOURTH 75
Halla. I want no mercy any more, but you can go
on calling for help. (Mockingly.) I am sure He will hear
you, if He is not busy breaking up the glaciers or clean
ing out the gorge of a volcano to make it belch up more
fire. Kari. Don't say another word ! We are wretched enough
without your calling down new curses upon us.
Halla. I have but one sole and only wish before I die,
and that is to do some unheard-of cruel deed. I should like
to be a snowslide. I would come in the dead of night. It
would be a joy to see the people half naked running for
their lives — chaste old maids with gouty hips, and smug
peasant women with bellies bobbing with fat. (Sits down,
breaks into a paroxysm of laughter, wild and continued.)
Kari. You have become a monster. I am afraid of you
— afraid of the only human being I care for. (Walks over
to a corner, -where he finds his old Bible. Sits down, turning
the pages with trembling hands; reads.) " And it came to pass
that as he was praying in a certain place, when he ceased
one of his disciples said unto him. Lord, teach us to pray
as John also taught his disciples. And he said unto them.
When ye pray, say, Our Father which art in heaven. Hal
lowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done,
as in heaven, so in earth. Give us day by day our daily
bread. And forgive us our sins : for we also forgive every
one that is indebted to us. And lead us not into temptation;
but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and
the power and the glory for ever. Amen."
(They sit silent a while. Halla, leaning her elbows on her knees,
her face buried in her hands, cries softly. Kari rises, stands
silent for a moment, then goes to her.)
Kari. You must not lose heart. When things are at the

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worst, they will mend. Perhaps the storm will quiet down
during the night.
Halla. It is so hard. (Bursts into sobs.)
Kari (kneeling). But, dearest Halla ! Are you ill ?
Halla (warding him off^. Let me alone.
Kari (rises slowly). You were always so strong. I thought
nothing could make you lose heart.
Halla (looks up. She has stopped crying; her voice is calm
and cold). You don't love me any more. You have never
loved me.
Kari. Is that what you are crying for?
Halla. Before when you wanted to leave me, I be-
sought you by all the memories I thought were dear to
you. That did not touch you. I humbled myself so low
that I would have thanked you just for a little pity —
that might have been an afterglow of your love, but you
had no pity. You stayed only because you were anxious
about your own soul.
Kari. I stayed also for your sake.
Halla.You know better. You would rather die than have
your God find you guilty of an evil deed. You counted the
saving of your soul higher than your life, but I have no
God/and I have never been able to tell my soul from my
love. If you had loved me, you would have understood that
I was pleading for my soul. You would have heard it in
my voice, but you did not hear it.
Kari. You forget that it was to save our lives I wanted
to go.
Halla (rises. Her eyes are large and burning). Why did
you not take me with you ?
Kari. If I had gone alone, I might have come back alive.
The two of us would have been sure to perish.

78 EYVIND OF THE HILLS
plain looking down upon the fields and the dwellings of men.
On some ofthe farms, the fires were lighted already, and the
smoke rose straight up into the blue air,and the streams ran
so quietly and pleasantly through the meadows. I thought
then that I could see the homesickness in your eyes.
Halla (starting up, her voice cold and calm again). If I
could only have saved my faith in my own love, but I love
you no longer, and it may be that I never have loved you.
Asa child I used to live more in my dreams than in the life
about me. When I fled with you to the hills, I thought it
was because I loved you, but perhaps it was only my long
ing for the strange and unknown. Afterwards, when the
days became harder and lonelier, my love for you was a
shelter which I would seek when sorrow for what I had
done came clutching at my heart.
Kari. Say no more! You are befouling our love — yours
and mine. You say it was only a longing for the unknown
and the free, unfettered life that made you flee with me
to the hills. Shame on you ! {His voice is soft and full of sad
ness.) I know what you have been. No woman was ever
greater in her love than you. When the sun strikes the rim
ofthe glacier, it takes on the loveliest hues, though in truth
it is nothing but dull, colorless clay. So your love has been
the sunlight in my life, and I love you — have always loved
you. When I was away from you even for a single day,
I would long to see you and hear your voice as eagerly
as I would long for the murmur of a brook when nearly
.-dying from thirst. When I went hunting and had good
luck, I always thought of you. When I pictured to myself
how pleased you would be, I forgot all about my weariness.
But you must not ask the impossible of a man.
Halla {rising). I am cold. Will you fetch some wood?

ACT FOURTH 79
Kari. Yes, indeed. (Goes to the door; leaves it ajar.) You
cannot see a hand before you. {Goes out and shuts the door
after him.) [Halla goes to the door, listens, opens the door. A cloud
of snow comes whirling in. Outside the storm sweeps
past. She takes a long, lingering look around the hut,
goes out into the doorway, throws her head back, and
disappears, carried by the storm.
(The stage stands empty for a moment!)
Kari returns, covered with snow, his arms full of faggots.
Kari. Why do you leave the door open ? {Sees that Halla
is not there, drops the faggots, goes out hurriedly, calls. ) Halla !
{His call is heard outside the hut. He comes back into the door
way, looks in, cries out!) Almighty God! (Two heart-broken
cries are heard outside, the latter farther away and hushed by
the storm.) Halla ! Halla !
(The snow comes whirling into the empty hut.)

THE HRAUN FARM
IGAARDEN HRAUN]
A PLAY IN THREE ACTS
1912

DRAMATIS PERSON.<E
Sveinungi, owner of the Hraun Farm.
JoRUNN, his wife.
Ljot, their daughter.
EiNAR, a relative of Jorunn.
Jakobina, an old woman.
Frida, a child, eleven years old,.
S0LVI, a geologist.
JoN Indridi
Helgi
RannveigBj0rg
Thora
A Shepherd Boy.
The action takes place in Iceland. Time, the Present.
" Hraun " is the Icelandic word for lava-field.

Servants.

ACT I
The farm. Five -white gables, all adjoining and separated by
hea-uy partitions. The roof is covered -with turf, the walls are of
earth and stone. The gable farthest to the left is without a door,
but has two -windows on the ground floor and a smaller -window
above. The next has a door leading into the " badstofa " or ser
vants' quarters. The third is a dairy and storehouse ; the fourth,
a smithy; the fifth, a drying-shed. In the yard is a horse-block;
to the left, a picket fence. Before the doors lie the packs unloaded
from nine horses: two green chests, sacks of grain and household
stuff, lumber, and a number of other articles. Jakobina stands
feeling one of the sacks. Helgi is undoing the strappings. The
door to the smithy is open. Einar is seen within, forging horse
shoe nails.
It is morning, before breakfast.
Jakobina (talking half to herself). This must be coffee. {Lays
her hand on one of the chests!) And what has Jorunn got in
these, I wonder! I fancy there are many pretty things there.
Helgi. You may be sure of that.
Jakobina. Nineteen years I 've been here now, and it 's
never happened yet that the mistress has forgotten to bring
something or other to please me when she came back from
town, — and it was n't always little things either, God bless
her! Oh, but there they have knocked off the paint. What
as\\an\e\ {Sits down on the chest and runs her hand over the paint.)
Enter BJ0rg and Rannveig from the left, carrying pails full
of milk, which they set down.
Rannveig. They brought home quite a bit. We shall not
go hungry for a while yet. ^Vhere are they ?
Helgi. They are inside, drinking coffee.

84 THE HRAUN FARM
Bj0rg. Is Jon drunk ?
Helgi. Not so very; he 's just a little gay.
The Shepherd Boy. Are you through milking already ?
Bj0rg. Can't you see for yourself?
The Shepherd Boy. Oh, pshaw! {His eyes light on the lum
ber piles. He bends down and begins to count the knots in the
wood.) One, two, three —
Enter Sveinungi from the '¦'¦badstofa."
Sveinungi. What do you say, girls ? Quite a pack, is n't it ?
Bj0rg. I should say so!
Sveinungi {to Helgi). You 've begun to undo the strap
pings? That's fine. And here come the others.
Enter Jon and Indridi from the house. Jon is somewhat intoxi
cated. Jon. Here stands our dear master. Good day to you, Rann
veig ! Good day !
BJ0rg and Rannveig. Good day, and welcome home !
Sveinungi (laughing). Why don't you put your arms
around the girls and give them a kiss? Are you afraid?
Jon. No, Jon is n't afraid.
Sveinungi. You did n't get anything with your coffee.
[Runs into the house.
Jon. He is the same as ever.
[BJ0rg and Rannveig carry the milk into the store
house.
Jakobina {rising).Y ou did n't take notice of anything in
particular on your way back?
Indridi. Not that I remember.
Jakobina. Did you see many birds?
Indridi. Come to think of it, I don't believe I saw any.
Jakobina. That 's what I thought. [Goes into the house.

ACT FIRST 85
Enter Sveinungi from the house with a flask and a glass, which
he fills. Sveinungi. Here, this is for you.
Jon (drinks). Thanks.
Sveinungi (fills the glass again for Indridi and Helgi) !W on' t
you take a drop too, Einar?
Einar appears in the doorway of the smithy.
Einar. Thank you. (Drinks.)
Sveinungi (sees the Shepherd Boy). Are you here ? Why, the
girls are all through milking. Do you suppose you can keep
the sheep standing in the fold all day? (The Shepherd Boy
is about to go.) Wait a minute ! I have a little thing here that
I bought for you yesterday. (Takes a knife from his vest
pocket.) I think the blade is good iron, and that is the main
thing. (Gives him the knife. The Shepherd Boy kisses him.) It
is not much. You are welcome to it.
The Shepherd Boy (opens the knife). Look, Einar, it 's a
regular hunting-knife. (Closes it, runs to the left, calling.)
Snati! Pila! Snari!
Rannveig. You need n't call the dogs. They are up at
the fold. [Exit the Shepherd Boy.
Sveinungi. That boy will amount to something in time.
It 's well done for one so young to tend more than four
score sheep, and he hasn't lost one yet.
[Takes the flask back to the house.
Jon. He's in mighty good humor to-day, the old man.
BJ0rg. I should say so.
Indridi. Why, he got the highest price for his wool.
Jon. And asorrydayit would be when we did n't get that !
Indridi. What do you think Jakobina had in mind when
she asked about the birds?

86 THE HRAUN FARM
Jon. It 's hard to tell ! She has her mind on so many things.
Enter Sveinungi arid Jorunn from the house.
Sveinungi {in the door, laughing and talking). I believe the
girls have their eye on the green chests. Indridi, will you
carry them in ? [Indridi goes with one of the chests.
Jorunn. You can put them in the little room.
Sveinungi. Rannveig, will you bring me the key to the
drying-shed? You know where it hangs. (Rannveig runs
in.) You boys will have to carry the breadstuffs up into the
loft of the storehouse, and the coffee and sugar too, and
while I think of it, you had better take one sack out to the
mill, Helgi.
Helgi. I will.
Sveinungi (opening a bag). Here, Einar, you '11 find iron
and nails and brazil-wood, and here 's something for your
self. (Hands him a plug of tobacco.) See if you can be a bit
saving of it.
Einar {pats him on the shoulder). God bless you !
[Goes into the smithy.
Rannveig (comes out). Here is the key.
Sveinungi {unlocks the door to the drying-shed). You can
stack the timber on top of the old pile. After you have had
your breakfast, you, Jon, and Indridi had better go and lie
down. You must be tired.
Jon. I am sure I could keep on working all day if need
be, and just as hard as those who have had their sleep.
{Indridi comes for the other chest.)
Sveinungi (laughs). There are not many like you.
Jorunn. Where is Ljot? I thought she was here.
Helgi. I saw her walking in the yard. I have not seen
her come back.

ACT FIRST 87
Sveinungi {goes to the picket fence ; calls). Ljot!
Ljot (is heard answering). Yes !
Sveinungi. Are you there? Aren't you coming home?
Ljot (is heard answering). I am coming.
Jorunn. Have you set the milk?
Rannveig. Yes.
Jorunn. Then come in, if you want to see what I have
bought. Einar (steps out into the door ofthe smithy. He holds a snuff
box in his hand, and is rolling up a long plug of tobacco, which
he puts into the box). This tastes better; the old stuff was get
ting as dry as hay. (Spits.) Oh, well, there was a time, but
that 's so long ago.
Helgi. What are you talking about?
Einar. It was a winter night, and I was lying in wait for
the fox. Well, what happened was neither more nor less
than this, that when I wanted to take a chew of tobacco,
I found I 'd left the box at home. I can stand it for one
night, I thought, but it was cold where I was lying, and
the fox made himself scarce. Let me tell you, when I had
been waiting till nearly dawn, I 'd gladly have given my
soul for a good honest chew.
(Ljot passes through from the right, carrying some freshly gath
ered flowers in her hand. Goes into the house.)
Helgi. And did you get the fox?
Einar. I did. It came just as I was about to go home.
Enter Indridi from the house.
Jon. When you got home, I 'm sure you went straight
for a good big plug of tobacco.
Einar. Maybe I did ! It was the finest blue fox I 've ever
shot.

88 THE HRAUN FARM
Enter Frida from the left. She is warm from running.
Frida. Now I 've turned the horses out on the, grass.
{Wipes her forehead.) Do you want me to pull the bellows
for you?
Einar. You'd better go in and see if Jorunn should hap
pen to have something for you. Then you can come back
here. [Frida runs in.
Enter BJ0rg and Rannveig from the house.
BJ0rg. See what the mistress has brought for me ! {Hold
ing up a piece of cloth.) It will be fun to make that into an
apron. Rannveig. I got a head-kerchief with red flowers (holds
it up) and a piece of soap. (Smells it.)
Jon. May I? (Smells it.) You'll be good to kiss, when
you have washed with that soap.
Rannveig. Only I won't let you.
Thora (in the doorway). I must show you what I got, too.
Enter S0lvifrom the left, carrying a gun over his shoulder and
a small knapsack on his back.
S0lvi. Good day to you!
The Servants. Good day !
Indridi. We did not see you coming.
S0lvi. I took the short cut. May I have something to
drink? I am thirsty.
Rannveig. I'll get it for you.
S0lvi (lowering his voice). And may I see Ljot for a
moment? I have something for her.
Rannveig. I '11 tell her. [Exeunt Girls.
Indridi. Have you any news?
S0lvi. No.
Indridi. You are still at Hoi?

ACT FIRST 89
S0lvi. Yes.
Indridi. Have they begun to cut the hay?
S0lvi. Not yet.
Indridi. They generally start before any of the other
farms. S0lvi. They need to. They don't keep much help.
Enter Rannveig with the milk.
Rannveig. Here it is, and you are welcome to it.
S0lvi (drinks). Thanks.
Rannveig. I have told Ljot. [Goes in.
Helgi. Here, give me a hand! (Indridi lifts the sack to
Helgi s hack; Helgi carries it out to the left!)
Jon (coiling the last^opes). We can start carrj-ing the lum
ber into the shed. Enter Ljot from the house.
S0lvi. Good day to you, Ljot !
Ljot. Good day! You wished to see me?
S0lvi. You won't be angry with me? — I thought per
haps you would like this. (Takes the skin of a duck from his
knapsack!) I shot it on the creek the other day, and I thought
it was so pretty that I took off the skin and dried it. Do you
think you could make use of it — say for a riding-cap?
Ljot. It is beautiful.
S0lvi.y^\is.n you hold the wing this way the spot is blue,
and when you hold it so it is green; it's the way the light
falls. Ljot. I doubt if I dare take it. I scarcely know you.
Selvi. You would make me very happy if you would
take it.
Ljot. Then I will, and thank you. (Gives him her hand.)
How lovely it is!

90 THE HRAUN FARM
S0lvi (lowering his voice). Do you never go, for a walk by
yourself in the hraun? .
Ljot. Why do you ask?
S0lvi. You know the pretty spot by the old roan tree^
it is not more than a good ten minutes' walk from here.
I thought perhaps you might go there sometimes on Sun
days. Ljot (blushes). I don't know —
S0lvi. I shall be there all day Sunday. Good-bye, Ljot.
Ljot (confused). Good-bye.
S0lvi. I shall be there at sunrise, and I shall be there
when the sun goes down. [Exit to the left.
Enter Sveinungi, hurriedly.
Sveinungi. Who was it that went just now ?
Indridi. Is he gone? It was S0lvi.
Sveinungi. What did he want here?
Indridi. He got a cup of milk.
• Sveinungi {to Ljot). It seemed to me he was talking to
you. What have you there?
Ljot. He gave me a bird's skin.
Sveinungi. Pshaw ! You should have made him keep it
himself. Ljot. There was no harm meant.
Sveinungi. Einar could have brought you down one just
like it, if you had cared for it. Why are you blushing so ?
Ljot. I did not think you would be so angry because
I took the bird's skin.
Sveinungi. I can't bear him, that stone-picker ! He roves
from place to place like a tramp. Let him dare to set his
nets for you ! Give me the creature, and I 'H hand it back
to him next time he comes ; for he 's sure to come.

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Ljot. I can burn it myself, if you grudge me the keep
ing it. [Goes in.
Sveinungi (talking in the doorway). And then you get angry
to boot. (To Indridi.) I see you have undone all the strap
pings. Indridi. Yes.
Sveinungi. Where is Helgi?
Indridi. He went to the mill.
Enter Helgi from the left.
Sveinungi. There he comes. Then you can do what I
told you. [Goes in.
Helgi. Anything amiss? The master seemed cross.
Indridi. That 's nothing.
Helgi. Is S0lvi gone?
Indridi. Yes. Let 's get through with this. You go into
the storehouse and take the things as I hand them to you.
[They carry the breadstuffs into the storehouse.
Einar appears in the door of the smithy.
Einar. H'm, I feel I 'm getting old. There was a time
when I could forge three nails in one heating, and now it 's
a hard rub getting through with one.
Indridi. We can't be young more than once.
Einar. And we can't cast the slough of old age, as they
could once upon a time.
Indridi. Would you care to?
Einar. I don't know. I almost think these new times
are not for me. Enter Frida.
Frida. Einar, I was to call you to breakfast. (Runs against
Sveinungi, who is coming out.)
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under cover and the ropes in the shed. That 's fine. Now,
Helgi, when you have eaten, you can go and begin
to cut turf. The others will join you when they have
had their sleep. {Lowering his voice.) Einar, will you ask
Ljot to come out? I want to have a little talk with
her. Einar. I will. [Einar and Frida go in.
(Sveinungi locks the drying-shed and looks into the storehouse,
pretending to be very busy.)
Enter Ljot from the house.
Ljot. Here I am, father.
Sveinungi. I did not hearyou. (Smiles.) You step as lightly
as a young foal. You are not hurt at what I said a mo
ment ago? It was only for your own good. I won't have
any shiftless straggler around here making eyes at you. The
parish can gossip about something else. {Ljot goes to the
fence, resting her hands on it.) But that was not what I wanted
to talk to you about. (Goes to her.) You know Arne, the
farmer at Skrida. You have seen his son Halfdan. What do
you think of him ?
Ljot. I have seen him only a few times.
Sveinungi. There are two brothers. The older one is
married and is going to take the farm, but Halfdan is most
like his father. You should see the way their place is kept.
Their yard is nearly as big as this, and there are long
stretches where the grass stands so high that it falls over.
It's as fine a sight as I have ever seen. We stopped there,
Jorunn and I, for a full hour, on our way back from town,
and there was no lack of welcome. Can you guess what
we talked about?
Ljot. No.

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Sveinungi {laughs). You can't ? Arne asked me whether
I would have his son Halfdan for a son-in-law.
Ljot. And what did you Say?
Sveinungi. I said I had nothing against it — quite the
contrary. I should be content if you had a husband like
him, and we are getting old, your mother and I. We don't
know when death may strike us. It may come at any time,
and I should like to see the man who is to take my place
when I am gone.
Ljot. I don't think you are getting old.
Sveinungi. Oh, yes, I feel it. Sometimes when I want
to use this or that for my work I find that I have clean
forgotten where I put it. That could never have happened
when I was young; there was not a thing that slipped my
mind. But what do you say, Ljot ? Your mother thinks as
I do, so it lies solely with you whether you wUl accept this
happiness or not.
Ljot. I don't think I care for that happiness.
Sveinungi.Y on should weigh your words well before you
speak. Perhaps you fancy there will be a wooer like Half
dan coming every day. But you don't mean that; you only
mean that he must come and speak for himself.
Ljot. I am so young, father.
Sveinungi. You are past nineteen. There are many girls
who marry at seventeen, and you have been so well taught
that you can readily take your place at the head of a house
hold. I need not be ashamed of you there, that 's sure. And
you will have your mother near you, for it is understood,
of course, that you and Halfdan stay here with us. You will
have your bridal now in the fall, and next spring you can
take over the farm.
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Sveinungi. Your mother did not know me, and I can't
see but that we two have lived happily together all these
years. It is not always those who marry for what they call
love who are happiest. Arne and I are friends from old
times, and I have as good as given him my word.
Enter Jorunn from the house.
Ljot (straightening herself). You should not have done
that without speaking to me.
Sveinungi. What has come over you ? Do you mean to
go right against the will of your parents ? I can tell you one
thing, if it is this tramp you are thinking of, it shall never
come to pass. Not as long as I live. [Goes in.
Jorunn. Your father was angry. What were you talking
about ?
Ljot. He wants me to marry a man I don't know.
Jorunn. Does he ? You cannot say of Halfdan that he
is a man you don't know.
Ljot. We have never spoken a word to each other.
Jorunn. Yet he has been here several times. Once he
stayed overnight. Besides you have heard him spoken of,
and you know his people. Everybody knows the Hofstad
people. Ljot. Father has given his word without asking me. He
had no right to do that.
Jorunn. You have worked yourself up, Ljot. I don't
understand you. Can it really be that you have promised
yourself to some one without letting your parents know
it? Ljot. I have not.
Jorunn. You need not hide anything from me. If you
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Ljot. I told you that I have not.
Jorunn. You could not tell your old mother a falsehood !
But if you are free and not bound by any promise, this
puzzles me. Halfdan is young and a capable man, and his
father is one of the richest and most respected farmers in
the countryside.
Ljot. But I don't care for him. You can't mean that I
should marry a man I don't care for. (Leans over the fence.)
Jorunn. Once you are married you will come to care for
him. (Goes to her.) It is a great step you are about to take.
Weigh your words well, so that you may not rue them.
Be careful not to thrust away happiness when she reaches
out her hand to you,or there may come a day when you will
repent. You must know that your parents wish nothing
but what is good for you.
Ljot (with tears in her voice). It seems to me you are
against me, both you and father.
Jorunn {stroking her hair). I believe you are hiding some
thing from your mother. I think I know what it is. You
were very much pleased with the bird's skin you got
to-day. {Ljot is silent.) The winter your father asked me in
marriage there came to my home a man who used to go
from farm to farm doing odd carpenter jobs. One evening
I carried his coffee to him where he was at work. He had
a big chest standing there that he kept his tools in. I can
remember it plainly; it was yellow. I stood waiting for him
to finish his coffee so that I could take the cup back, when
he took out of the chest a work-box — the prettiest thing
I've ever seen. It was of dark brown wood, the lid round,
with pictures of animals carved on it. He made me a pres
ent of it, and when I was about to go, he asked me for a
kiss, but I would not give it to him.

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Ljot. You never told me about this.
Jorunn. He was a good-looking man, with big brown
eyes. Well, when your father came, my father and mother
both wanted me to become his wife. It was not altogether
easy for me, but I would not go against their wishes. I
thought it my duty to please them, and besides the other
man had never asked me straight out.
Ljot. But he was the one you cared for.
Jorunn, Perhaps I thought so at the time. {Silence.) He
went away on the night he heard that I was promised to
your father. A year after I married your father, he was
drowned — some thought he had taken his own life.
Ljot. Maybe that was your doing.
Jorunn. How can you say such a thing to your mother !
Ljot. Don't be angry with me, mother.
Jorunn. A man who cannot bear his fate is not worth
much. I should not have been happy as his wife, and I
could not wish for a better man than your father. When
two people live together a whole lifetime and have an hon
est will to do what is right by each other, they will come
to care for each other, as the years go by. {Silence.) I have
told you this so that you may think it over, but if you feel
in your own heart that it is right to go against the wishes
of your parents, then you will have to do so. {Ljot is silent.)
You say nothing, my child ? I have tried as best I could,
in my poor way, to do what seemed my duty. I cannot give
my daughter any other or better advice. When the hour of
sorrow comes, as it must come to you too, there is nothing
else that can bring you peace.
Ljot. I will do as you wish.
Jorunn. I always knew that I had a good daughter.
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be a great day for him, and you will never regret that you
did as your parents wished. [Goes in.
(Ljot stands alone.)
Enter Einar and Frida from the house.
Einar {to Frida). You can start the bellows. I hope the
fire has not gone out. [They go into the smithy.
Enter Helgi from the house. He goes into the smithy and comes
out again with a turf-spade in his hand.
Einar {in the door). Shall you be home for dinner?
Helgi. No, the others will bring it to me. [Exit to the left.
Enter Sveinungi.
Sveinungi. Are you here ? Won't you come in and talk
to your father? (Patting her shoulder.) This is the happiest
day in my life since the time I got your mother. [They go in.
Enter Jakobina with a plate of chicken-feed in her hand; gees
to the door of the smithy.
Jakobina. Is Frida there? Can you spare her while she
runs over to the chickens for me with their food ?
Einar. Yes, indeed. [Frida goes with the chicken-feed.
Jakobina (sits down on the horse-block). I had such a queer
dream last night. I thought I was standing out there in
the yard, and I saw a giant come striding across the hraun.
I saw him stop right there — he stood with arms stretched
out and bent down over the house.

ACT II
A grass-grown yard, some rocks partly sunk in the ground. In
the foreground, farthest to the right, a tent. In the background,
to the left, the farm-house. In the outskirts of the yard a sheep-
house with the roof and part of the walls in ruins. Beyond it,
the " hraun" a lava-field stretching for miles, studded with
jutting rocks and lava formations.
It is evening of the same day.
The Servants (seated, singing).
God the power unending
Rests with Thee alone.
Cherubim are bending
Low before Thy throne.
From Thy Heaven hear me!
Weak and soiled am I,
Wounds and sorrows sear me,
Fainting I draw nigh.
Is there then another way ?
Sorrow's rising hills may they
Not reach up to heaven, pray?
Help me — lest I die.
( They cover their eyes in prayer. Silence!)
Jorunn (uncovers her eyes).T'ne. peace of God be with us.
(The Servants rise and shake hands!)
Jorunn {patting Frida's cheek). Now you must not be
afraid ofthe earthquake any more. When we trust in Him,
no harm can befall us. {Gathers the hymn-books!) Please take
the books back to the tent, Ljot; it's a little too early
yet to go in. (Ljot goes with the books!) And you may fetch
the shoes I was sewing. I left them in there.

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(Some sit on the rocks, others squat in the grass. Only Sveinungi
remains standing.)
Ljot {coming from the tent). Here are the shoes,
mother. Jorunn. Thank you, daughter.
(Ljot lies down in the grass, gazing out over the "-hraun.")
Indridi. Did you hear the church-bells ringing?
Einar. I did not hear them.
Jorunn. I did. They rang of themselves.
(Silence!) Indridi. Where were you, Thora, when the shock
came ?
Thora. In the kitchen.
Indridi. It's your week, isn't it?
Thora. I don't know how I ever got out, for the whole
floor heaved under me, so that I was thrown right gainst
the wall, and you should have seen me when I came out
— all black from the falling soot.
Jon. And the rest of you — where were you?
Bj0rg. We were sitting in the badstofa, sorting wool.
Rannveig. It felt as if some one was shaking the roof and
trying to pull up the whole house.
Indridi. We were just about to leave our work and run
home to hear how you had fared, but then I thought they
would be sure to send us word (looking askance at Sveinungi)
if anything had happened. Besides, we wanted to get enough
turf cut while we were at it so that we should not have to
go back another time.
Jon. But I must say that when I began working again,
it went against me. It was like cutting into a living thing
— like skinning a live animal.
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Jon. And the place where we 'd cut turf last year looked
like an ugly scar.
{Silence!) Jorunn. Did you meet anybody when you came home
from work?
Indridi. No.
Jorunn. And no outsider has been here this afternoon.
They don't come when they are wanted. I ought to have
sent one of you to the next farm to find out how things
were there, anyway.
Jon. I can easily go yet, if mistress wants me to.
Jorunn. Oh, no, it 's getting late. I hope we shall have
no bad tidings from any one.
Indridi. I hope so, too.
Jon. I 'm afraid the Vik farm-house has fallen. It is both
old and poorly built — nothing like ours.
(Silence!) Einar. You should have seen the hawks, Jorunn, right
after the shock. They kept flying back and forth, just as
they do when they 're warding off a foe from their nest.
Jorunn. They were frightened.
Einar. And no wonder. Great pieces of rock came tum
bling down into the creek. The sheep out on the heath
yonder huddled together in flocks, looking like old snow.
Jon. Then you were out hunting.
Einar. No, I was not hunting. I was looking at the
hawks, wondering whether one could get at them by going
down in a rope.
{Silence!) Jorunn. What about the boy, Sveinungi ? Do you mean
to let him stay with the sheep all night?
Sveinungi. Certainly. He can sleep to-morrow.

ACT SECOND loi
Jorunn. I was only thinking he might be afraid to be
alone. Sveinungi. He's no more afraid than grown people.
Jorunn. I saw he took both the dogs with him.
(Silence.) Helgi. There was a man walking across the hraun a
little while ago. Who can it be?
Indridi. I saw him too.
Jon. It was S0lvi. He carried his gun.
(Silence.) Ljot. How still it is on the hraun.
Einar. I thought you were listening for something, while
you lay there quiet as a mouse. I thought you were listen
ing for the earthquake.
Frida. Can one hear the earthquake when it is coming?
Rannveig. Are you afraid? Yes, sometimes it can be
heard a little before the shock. They say it sounds like the
clatter of hoofs from many hundred horses.
Bj0rg. To me it sounded like the whistling of the
wind. Jorunn. You should sit down, Sveinungi. You '11 get tired
standing. Sveinungi. I am not tired.
(Silence.) Frida. What if the earth should open up right here
where we are situng?
Rannveig. It won't. Who told you that it might?
Frida. Jakobina said so.
Rannveig. You must not listen to all she says; she talks
so much.
Jakobina. I say nothing but what is true. At the time of
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fissure many miles long; I saw it myself. The earth opened
her mouth to breathe.
Einar {to Frida). Don't be afraid. I have a black lamb
— do you remember it? — with white feet. When I get it
home in the fall, I will give it to you.
Jakobina {facing the '¦'¦hraun "). Not one of you knows
the hraun as I do. Can you tell me why the hollows out
there are never filled with snow? Have you ever seen the
snow falling fast enough to cover even the rims around
them? It's the earth blowing her breath against it. The
earth sets traps for men; the earth is a man-eater.
Jorunn (to Jakobina). You must not frighten the child.
(Silence.) Sveinungi. Was n't it you, Jakobina, who said that some
times blood comes on the window-panes ? It bodes ill, they
say. Jakobina. Why do you ask ? There is no one here who
has seen it, is there ?
Sveinungi. Never mind why I ask.
Jakobina. Well, if I must say it, it is a sign that some
one in the house is going to die soon.
Sveinungi. Or it might bode ill to the farm itself, maybe.
Jakobina. What do you mean ?
Sveinungi. That it might be doomed.
Jorunn. Indeed, it means neither the one nor the other.
It 's nothing but a silly old superstition.
Sveinungi. Not that I believe in it, but look at the win
dows. Don't they look as if they were wet with blood?
Jorunn. It 's the sun shining on them.
Sveinungi. And see the gables, how white they are. They
don't look whiter from the fields down yonder when you
spread a cloth over them to call me home.

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Indridi (lowering his voice). Did you see the sheep-cot
fall? Thora. Yes, it happened just as we came out.
Indridi. What did Sveinungi say ?
Thora. He said nothing.
Indridi. But he told us to move out here.
Thora. No, it was Jorunn who made us do it.
Sveinungi (to Jorunn). I did not tell you that when I came
into the badstofa, right after the shock, our old clock had
stopped running.
Jorunn. Was it broken ?
Sveinungi. No, when I touched the pendulum it started
again, but the place was still as death when I entered. The
grass on the roof cast a shadow over the skylight. It was
as quiet as when my father lay dead.
Jorunn. I think we had better go and lie down. There 's
nothing gained by staying here any longer.
Sveinungi. X can't see that there was any need of mov
ing out, but you had your way, Jorunn.
Jorunn. I feel sure that they have done the same on all
the other farms. We must be thankful it is summer, so that
we can stay outdoors.
Sveinungi. Must we be thankful ? So you give thanks that
my work is ruined.
Jorunn.We must take what comes, whether good or evil,
and trouble may help us to remember all the things we have
neglected to give thanks for.
Sveinungi. I don't know but that I have always done my
duty. I have built all the sheep-cots ; I have fenced in the
land and looked after it as best I could. I demand justice
of Him up there.
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the land from Him, perhaps ? And what did you have to
pay with that was not His already?
Sveinungi. You need n't mock me. You can walk all over
the yard and cut your handful of grass with your scissors
wherever you like ; it grows thick as wool everywhere, and
it 's all my work.
Jorunn. Was it you who ruled the hraun for thousands
of years so that it did not swallow up the bit of ground you
are standing on, which you call yours? [Goes into the tent.
Sveinungi. Which I call mine! (Stamping his foot.) It is
mine! I've bought the land from Him up there with my
work.(The Servants rise.)
Jon. I believe the worst is over and that we shall be let
off with the fright.
Indridi. I hope so.
BJ0rg.Yo\i can never tell. Remember what happened the
time when more than three-score farm-houses fell in one
night. Thora. It must have been dreadful.
Sveinungi. Now you must all go into the tent.
[ The Servants go in.
Jakobina. I should n't wonder if something dreadful were
to happen to the farm. [Goes into the tent.
(Sveinungi stands quite still a little while, then -walks a few
steps, pauses, takes a few more steps, and again stops.)
Enter Ljot from the tent.
Ljot. Are you not coming, father? Mother told me to ask
you to come in.
Sveinungi. Why does n't she lie down ? She need not wait
for me.

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Ljot. We are so frightened, father — all of us.
Enter Jorunn from the tent.
Jorunn. It 's getting cold.
Ljot. Yes, it is cold.
Jorunn. The sun has set.
&;««a«^/. Why are you coming out again, Jorunn? Can't
you sleep?
Jorunn. No, I can't sleep.
Sveinungi. Do you remember the night you thought I was
lost in the snowstorm ? A light was burning in the upper
window. To see it was better than meeting a human being,
and when the dogs began to bark behind the door, it was
just as if the house itself were speaking — calling out its
joy. It sounded better to me than a human voice, and when
I stepped into the hall, the darkness seemed to put its arms
around me. Never have I had so sweet a welcome, not
even when my daughter was a little child.
Jorunn. Ought we not to go in, Sveinungi? It's getting
late. You too must go in now, Ljot.
Ljot. I am only waiting for father.
Jorunn. Do you hear that, Sveinungi ? Ljot is waiting for
you, and the servants can't sleep either before you go in.
Sveinungi. I am not going to stay in the tent to-night.
I am going home.
Jorunn. You don't mean that!
Ljot. But, father dear !
Sveinungi. I won't let any foolish fear drive me out of
my hoKse, and it is nothing but a foolish fear. The earth
quake wUl not come so suddenly but that I shall have time
to get out. It 's impossible. Besides, the badstofa wiU hold.
It 's well built, though it 's old.

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Jorunn, Do you think the badstofa will hold if there
should come a big earthquake? You cannot mean that!
Sveinungi. It is not at all sure there will be another
shock. It's only a fancy that the earthquake must needs
keep on once it has begun. I believe it is over; I feel it.
{During the last speeches the Servants have been coming out
of the tent!) What are you running out for? Go in, all of
you. Jakobina, I must tell master about the dream I had. It
was last night. I thought I was standing out in the yard
and saw a giant coming across the hraun. He walked with
long, unsteady strides (she takes a few steps forward; her
voice sounds distant and threatening), and seemed to grope
as if he were blind. Then I saw him standing right by the
house — with arms stretched out; he bent down over the
farm and stood there like a stone cross. (Makes the sign
of the cross with her arms.)
Sveinungi. Did I ask you to tell me about your dream ?
Jorunn. I beg of you, Sveinungi, that you do not stay
at the house to-night. It would be tempting God.
Sveinungi. It 's rather He who is tempting me. If I ran
away, it would serve me right to have the house fall down.
{Pointing to the house!) There it has stood waiting for me
every evening as far back as I can remember. I have seen
the windows flaming in the sun. I have seen them wet
with rain. I have seen them white with frost. I've been
with it ever since I was a child. I have climbed on the
roof as I climbed on my father's shoulders. When I stood
on the ridge, it seemed it had lifted me up to let me
see better. No, Jorunn, even if I knew the earthquake to
be coming, I should go home. Nor is it any wonder that
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waked up there almost every morning of my life. I have
gone to bed so tired and worn that I could barely stand
on my feet and have waked up young and strong. I have
been ill and have lain there watching the sunbeams flitting
across the floor. [Sveinungi walks homeward.
Jorunn, Are you going home ? (Following him hurriedly!)
Whatever happens, your fate shall be mine.
Sveinungi {stops and looks back). Do you hear that? She
is not afraid, my wife. [Sveinungi and Jorunn -walk home-ward.
Ljot. How can you do it, father? (Walks a few steps away
from the others and remains standing there!)
Jakobina. God be with you, Jorunn, and with you, Svein
ungi. You have been good to me, these nineteen years.
[Goes into the tent.
(Silence.) Helgi. There, they went in.
BJ0rg. Yes, they are in there now.
Jon. I think we had better go and lie down, since there
is nothing we can do.
Indridi. No, we can do nothing.
Thora. It will be a long night.
Rannveig. Poor Ljot! [The Servants -walk slowly into the tent.
{ Einar and Ljot remain. Silence.)
Einar (^oes to Ljot). I wish I could make you happy as
easily now as when you were a little girl.
Ljot (struggling with her tears). Father does not care for
me at all. He does not think of me for a moment.
Einar. Your father cares for you, no doubt of that, but
he is beside himself with the earthquake.
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sudden fear.) If only something dreadful does not hap
pen! Einar. We must trust to the Lord to keep us all. Won't
you too try to lie down?
Ljot. I can't sleep.
Einar. Perhaps you would rather stay here a little while.
Let me bring a shawl for you; it is getring cold.
[Goes into the tent.
(Ljot stands motionless looking out over the '¦'¦ hraun.")
Einar {coming from the tent). They are asleep in there
already. Won't you put the shawl around your shoulders ?
Ljot. I am not cold.
Einar. Then I '11 spread it over one of the rocks for you
to sit on. They are wet with dew. {Spreads it over the stone.)
There ! What did you have in mind when you stood there
looking out over the hraun?
Ljot. I was thinking of an old tale Jakobina once told
me. It was about a young girl. She went out on the hraun
with bare feet to meet her sweetheart, and wherever she
stepped the moss grew under her foot.
Einar. That 's a pretty story. I can tell you one too, if
you care to hear it. It might help to quiet you a little.
Ljot {takes his hand). You are so good.
Einar (sits down; relates). In olden times, they say, there
was an underground stream that ran straight through the
country from south to north and was meant as a sign of
truce between land and sea. It happened that a cross-eyed,
ill-natured shark was trying to tempt a young whale to swim
that stream from end to end. The whale's name was Spray-
tail. He was the handsomest of all the young whales and
could shoot three jets of water at once. The shark boasted
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it was only real fishes that could do it. Spray-tail felt stung
on behalf of his kin,and as the shark had told him that there
were openings here and there in the roof of this under
ground way, he made up his mind to try his luck, trusting
that he could hold his breath from one opening to another.
But it fell out otherwise. Spray-tail never came back. The
last ever heard of him was that some swans, in their flight
over the hills, had seen a jet of blood spurting out of the
ground. The whales were in a rage and, as they thought in their
grief that the land had broken truce, they goaded the sea
to wreak vengeance upon it. Are you Ustening?
(Ljot nods her head!)
One night a dreadful storm broke. The sea came rush
ing in over the land, fell upon the rocks like a monster,
and tore them to pieces. The next morning thousands of
sea fowls' nests were wrecked, and where green fields had
been there were black sands. Now there was sore need of
wise counsel. A shrewd old raven said that the fire should
be roused. All the birds agreed that the raven had spoken
well, but none dared do the deed. The raven was made
judge, and decided that the spider should undertake the
ticklish task, and that the eagle should carry her to the
crater. They gave the spider ten fat blue-flies to take with her.
She spun herself well and firmly under some strong feathers,
and off they went. They flew over deep dales, over dreary
wastes, and over glaciers. In the evening they came to the
fire-mountain, and there they rested overnight, but they did
not sleep much, for the fire was snoring like a giant down
below in the earth. Early the next morning the eagle flew
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and spun herself slowly down into the crater. It was dark
down there, and the heat and sulphur made her eyes smart,
but she could see enough to make out that the fire lay sleep
ing under a very thin black coverlet. The spider knew
nothing but the finger-language, and she moved her legs
incessantly, telling fully and truly all about the havoc that
was wrought, and urging the fire to come to the rescue
lest the whole land be swallowed up by the sea. Yet the
fire did not stir. Then the spider bent her legs up under
her and let herself fall all the way down to the fire. She
stretched out one leg and poked the black coverlet. From
that moment she could n't remember anything till she was
lying at the rim of the crater again. She peeped down and
saw that the fire had thrown off the coverlet and was red
and blazing. Then the spider understood that her task was
done. Everybody knows how the fire had its reckoning
with the sea and filled up whole fjords with lava and ashes.
(S0lvi is seen approaching from the '¦' hraun.")
Ljot (rising). You must tell me that story over again
some time. I could not listen rightly.
Einar (rising). Who is that coming so late? {Looking.)
Now I know him; it 's S0lvi.
Ljot. I saw him a while ago walking over the hraun.
Einar. He may bring us news.
Enter S0lvi carrying a gun and with a game-bag on his back.
S0lvi. Good evening.
Einar. Good evening. '
S0lvi. How good it seems to meet people! You have
moved out, of course ?
Einar. You are walking late.
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excuse. This has been a bad day. What has happened here
at your place?
Einar. One of the outbuildings came down and a part
of the yard-fence.
S0lvi. At Hoi one wall of the house fell. The folks
barely got out, {Lays down his gun.)
Einar. Was anybody hurt?
S0lvi. No. I could not stay there any longer. I saw your
house standing, and that was a relief. (Looking at Ljot.)
Yet I had to come.
Einar. What do you think ? Do you believe the earth
quake is over?
{S0lvi fails to answer; looks at Ljot.)
Ljot. My father and mother are sleeping in the house.
S0lvi. Why in the world are they doing that !
Ljot. We were ready to go to bed, but father would not
come into the tent. Mother begged him to stay, but it was
no use, and when father went back to the house, mother
went with him.
S0lvi. But the buildings may fall at any moment if there
should be another shock.
Einar. Sveinungi knows that as well as we do, but he
would not let the house stand forsaken.
S0lvi. We must hope that no harm will come to them.
So that is why you are still up. Have the others been in
bed long?
Ljot. No, they went in a little while ago.
Einar. May I look at your gun?
S0lvi. As much as you like.
Einar. Is it loaded ?
S0lvi. It is. (To Ljot.) You are not angry with me for
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Ljot. I knew you would come.
S0lvi. You knew it ! Won't you sit down ? I have some
thing to show you. (Ljot sits down. S0lvi opens the game-bag;
takes from it a large fern.) I found this out on the hraun. Is
it not beautiful ? (Sits down.) Look, the stem is no thicker
than a hair, while the leaf can easily hide your whole face.
(Holds it up before her face.) It trembles when your breath
touches it.
Ljot. You have pulled it up by the roots. May I have
the moss that came with it ? (Selvi loosens the moss from the
roots. Ljot lays it in her hand; smiles.) When it withers, I '11
keep it in my shoes.
S0lvi. Will you keep it in your shoes ? See these two
small ferns on one root. They look like two slim hands.
{Looks at Ljot.)
Einar (puts the gun aside). It 's a fine one. It must have
cost a good deal. Perhaps you bought it yourself abroad?
S0lvi. I did. (Lays down the fern. To Ljot.) If you have
time, you can plant it to-morrow. It won't hurt it to lie
overnight in the wet grass.
Einar (goes to S0lvi). How long were you abroad?
S0lvi. Seven years.
Einar. That 's a long time. (Sits down.)
Ljot. My father was angry with me for keeping your
bird's skin.
S0lvi. Was he ? And I was thinkingof asking you to visit
me at Hoi some time before I leave.
Ljot. I hardly think I dare to.
^/W. You could take Einarwithyou.lt is not much more
than an hour's ride, and I have a number of things I should
like to show you, — petrified tree-trunks that I have dug
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and shoot, and stone slabs with impressions of flowers and
leaves that lived thousands of years ago. Should you like
to see them?
Ljot. I should like it ever so much.
S0lvi. I have some rocks, too, baked by fire and furrowed
by ice. If you knew all the tales they teU me ! They lay
bare to me things that are hidden from every one else.
(A whirring of -wings is heard far away!)
Einar (stands up, pointing -with his finger). Look, there is
a flock of ducks flying over the hraun. (Stands gazing.)
S0lvi (in a low voice). It made me so happy to see you.
This evening, when the sun was setting, I reached out
toward it. I did the same when I saw you.
Einar. They 're flying unusually low. There they alight
— I'll get my gun.
S0lvi {rising). I'll lend you mine. (Hands him the gun.)
It will carry a distance of a hundred and thirty feet.
Einar. What size shot have you?
Stlvi. Duck-shot.
Einar. Ljot, you don't mind, do you ? I shall not be gone
long. If they rise, I 'm not going after them. [Exit.
(Ljot rises.)
S0lvi {goes to her). My star must be in the heavens to
night. Ljot. You must not think that I was sitting up so late
because I was waiting for you — I saw you walking over
the hraun — but we shan't talk about that.
S0lvi. Shall I tell you why I came home from abroad ?
It was for your sake.
Ljot (sits down). That is not true.
S0lvi (sits down). One night, the last winter I was away,
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awake. I had come back home and was walking on the
hraun. The hraun was covered with ashes. As I walked,
I suddenly fell into a deep cleft and kept on falling and
falling. At last I found myself lying on the bottom, unable
to stir. Death came and sucked the life out of my eyes
and held it in her hand like a tiny flame. Suddenly a woman
stood beside me dressed in moss. She pleaded for me so
long that death gave her my life. She looked like you. It was
you. Don't you know that you hold my life in your hands?
{They rise.)
Ljot. I think I shall go in. It is hard to tell when Einar
will be back. When he is out hunting he forgets every
thing. S0lvi. I love you, Ljot ! You have not been out of my
thoughts since the first time I saw you. Everything re
minds me of you — the sun, the sky —
Ljot. I too have been happy in seeing you and talking
with you. {Stands still as death.) This morning, right after
you had gone, my father told me that on his way home
from town he had seen his old friend, — and my father
wanted me to promise myself to the son of his old friend,
but I would not, because I was thinking of you. Then my
mother came and talked to me — and I gave in. I could
not do anything else.
S0lvi. Why did I not speak before ! You won't feel hurt
at what I say, Ljot ? You must not let your parents decide
your life. That is for you to do.
Ljot. You don't know my father. If he thought I was
standing here talking to you, I can't tell what he would do.
S0h)i. I am convinced your parents have but one wish,
and that is for your happiness.
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happiness; she does her duty — and I know mine. (Turns
toward the tent.)
S0lvi. Are you going?
Ljot. It is better that we two should not meet again — it
would only cause us suffering. (Moves away.)
S0lvi (following her). You don't realize what you are
about to do! You will be committing a terrible crime —
against all the wonderful days that life meant us two to have
together. For you do care for me, Ljot, don't you ? (Ljot
is silent.) I thought you cared for me. When you spoke to
me this morning you blushed, and I thought it was your
heart that gave me its promise. The joy of it overwhelmed
me. Ljot. It matters little whom I care for. I have given
my word.
S0lvi. You think it is your duty to keep your word, but
there is another duty that is far greater, and that is to open
your arms to happiness when it comes. There is no greater
duty. It is the meaning of our existence. You must feel that,
you who have grown like a flower out of the earth !
Ljot. It is not only that I have given my word. If I had
neither father nor mother, I should break my promise, but
I know that it would grieve my parents. This morning
father said to me that it was the happiest day of his life
since he got my mother, and I know it was true.
S0lvi. You must tell your parents that you cannot keep
your word. You must do it for my sake. (Kneeling.) You
are the only one I care for in all the world.
Ljot. I can't deal such a blow to my father. No other
living being has been so good to me as my father.
S0lvi (rising). You do not care for me at all.
Ljot. You think it is easy for me ! (With tears in her eyes.)

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I own a spring — I cleanse it every Saturday. I have told
it your name. {Goes to the tent.)
S0lvi. You are going! {Turns away from Ljot, sits down
on one of the rocks, covers his face.)
Ljot (stands silent for a long time, then goes over to him and
takes his hands from his face). I love you.
{S0lvi takes her face between his hands and kisses her.)
Enter Jakobina.
Jakobina (coming slowly from the tent). We are not all
asleep in there.
{S0lvi and Ljot rise!)
S0lvi (holding Ljot by the hand). Let us go out on the
hraun and look for Einar.
Ljot (runs to Jakobina, puts her arms around Jakobina' s
neck and holds her close). I know that you care for me. {Goes
to S0lvi and takes his hand.) Come !
[They go toward the "hraun."
{Jakobina stands still, following them with her eyes, then shakes
her head and turns toward the tent!)

ACT III
The farm-house is in ruins. Only the farther side ofthe "-bad
stofa " is standing. It looks like a dark cavern. The servants have
gathered near the wreckage; they are bare-headed, the men in
their shirt-sleeves. Sveinungi is standing near the dark opening.
It is night.
Sveinungi {to Jon).Yon dare not go in.
Jon (peering into the gloom). I don't know. There's only
one post that holds the roof, and it may snap at any mo
ment. Sveinungi. It won't. It is drift-timber, which never
rots. Jon. And besides, it stands aslant; the slightest push
would make it go with a crash, and there would be no
getting out alive if the heavy roof came down.
Sveinungi. You are afraid. Is there anybody else who
dares ?
Jorunn. You cannot ask any man to go in there.
Sveinungi {to Jon). It would take you but a moment to
bring out those few things. There's my tall chest — you
know where it stands — and my old clock; you can un
screw it from the wall with your knife.
Jon. I am not going in there.
Sveinungi. Get drunk and brag — that you know how to
do, all of you. (Starts into the ruins.)
Jon. Is master going in there?
Sveinungi. Do you think I will let my things be ruined,
because you are a coward?
Jon. Then I will go with you. It 's easier for two.
[Sveinungi and Jon disappear from view.

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Jorunn. No matter what happens to that man, he will
never learn to bend. {Goes to the ruins; looks in.) Can you
see anything in there? Is it not too dark?
{Silence.) Sveinungi and Jon appear, carrying the tall chest.
Sveinungi. Indridi and you, Helgi, come here and take it
from us. Set it over there. [Sveinungi and Jon disappear again.
Indridi (to Jorunn, as the men carry the chest out into the
open). Can we leave it here?
Jorunn. Yes. {She peers into the ruins again)
Enter Jakobina from the direction of the tent.
Jakobina (goesto Jorunn, lays her hand on Jorunn' s shoulder).
I must feel that you are indeed safe and sound. (Stroking
her arm.) When you went home, I was afraid that you
would never come out of that house again. I thought your
husband must be struck with blindness.
Jorunn. You don't know where Einar and Ljot have
gone? Jakobina. I saw Ljot going out on the hraun.
Sveinungi and Jon appear, carrying the clock.
Sveinungi. You will have to be a little careful, the glass
is broken. {Steps out into the open. To Jon.) I dare say you
have had enough of this.
Jon. I can 't say it was any too cheerful in there.
Sveinungi {to the men). You can carry the clock into
the tent; the dampness here might be bad for it. And you,
Bj0rg, go and get a blanket to spread over the chest.
[Exeunt Servants, BJ0m running, Indridi and Helgi
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Jorunn. You are lucky, Sveinungi, that you have not
come to grief with your foolhardiness.
Sveinungi. It is nothing but my duty to care as best I can
for what is mine. I have risked my life before in a good deal
worse dangers than this. But I must send some one to look
after the boy. He may have lost all the sheep. Will you go,
Jon? Jon. I will.
Sveinungi. You had better drive the sheep home.
Jorunn. And if you should see Ljot and Einar, tell them
to hurry.Jon. I will. [Exit.
Sveinungi. Where are they?
Jorunn. They are out on the hraun.
Enter BJ0rg, carrying a blanket.
Bj0rg. Here is the blanket.
Sveinungi. Why did they go out there? (Takes the blanket,
goes to the chest, and runs his hand over it.) Here it 's been
bruised. (Throws the blanket over it.) I did not think you
would have all this to go through. ( Takes a long breath.) It
is pretty hard when one has grown as old as I am to see
one's work destroyed.
Jorunn. That is true.
Sveinungi. My only comfort is that I shall have a cap
able man to help me put up the buildings again. (Gazing
over the '¦'¦hraun.") What can it be that is keeping Ljot out
there? Has she been gone long?
Rannveig. I don't know.
Sveinungi. I hope she has not gone down into one of the
fissures. One can't tell what may happen. The walls might
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Enter Indridi from the direction of the tent.
Indridi. Einar and Ljot are coming now. We could see
them from the tent.
Sveinungi. Are they comin g ? ( Goes toward the background.)
Yes, Ljot has seen us ; she is running.
Jorunn. She must have thought we were buried under
the ruins.
Sveinungi {looking). There is a third person with them.
Who can it be?
Rannveig. So there is.
Indridi. I believe it 's S0lvi.
Sveinungi. What business has he out there at night ?
Indridi. It 's hard to tell !
Sveinungi. I do hope that Ljot has not been talking to
that fellow. Enter Helgi from the direction of the tent.
(Silence.) Enter Ljot, running.
Ljot (puts her arms around her mother). I was so fright
ened !
Jorunn. Were you frightened? You are quite out of
breath with running.
Sveinungi (smiling). And have you no greeting for your
father ?
Ljot. Dear, dear father ! {Embraces him.)
Sveinungi. You were glad when you saw us ?
Ljot. I was so glad that I don't know yet what I am
saying. I was afraid you had been caught under the ruins.
I thought that was to be my punishment.
Sveinungi (stroking her hair). Have you done anything
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Ljot (taking his hand). Be fond of me, father! Be very,
very fond of me ! Enter Einar and S0lvi.
Einar. Thank God, you are safe ! Then you had time
to get out?
Jorunn. No, we were in there.
Ljot. Were you in there? (Goes to the ruins.) How weird
it looks! Sveinungi (goes to the ruins). It is only the one post that
holds it all. If that had snapped, you would never have laid
eyes on us again.
Einar (looks into the ruins). It 's a miracle it did n't break.
Jorunn. Yes, if it had not been God's will, we should
not be here now.
Einar (turns from the ruins). It was not any too cheer
ful out on the hraun either. The place seemed suddenly to
have become alive.
Sveinungi. What in the world made you go out there ?
Einar. There was a flock of ducks flying over the hraun,
and I wanted to try a shot at them.
Sveinungi (to Ljot). And why did you go with him ?
Ljot. I was not with him. S0lvi and I stayed behind.
Sveinungi. Do you sit alone with a stranger in the mid
dle of the night? (To S0lvi.) And you, why are you here
at this time? I will not have you go hunting on my land
without asking my leave.
S0lvi. I was not hunting on your land.
Sveinungi. But you are picking up stones, and I forbid
you to take as much as a single pebble from my land. Now
you know that.
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Sveinungi. You can go into the tent, Ljot. You have
nothing to do here.
Ljot. I have something to say to you.
Sveinungi. What is it? {Ljot is silent. To the Servants.)
You can go. To-morrow I shall have a talk with you,
Einar, which you will remember.
Einar. It was not my fault.
Sveinungi {to the Servants). Go ! What are you waiting
for? [Exeunt Servants.
Sveinungi (to Ljot). Now, what is it you have to say
to me?
S0lvi. I have come here to ask for the hand of your
daughter. Sveinungi. Has not my daughter told you that she is be
trothed ?
Ljot. I have told him everything. I never cared for
Halfdan — you know that, father, and I will not be his
wife. Jorunn. Ljot, it has never happened yet that one of my
kin has broken faith. If you do it, you will be the first.
Sveinungi. And you have not reckoned with your father.
It does not lie altogether with yourself to break your word.
Do you think you can make a fool of me? (To S0lvi.) It
does not make you my son-in-law that you have trifled
with my daughter.
S0lvi. It was no mere chance that we two found each
other. Only for Ljot's sake have I stayed so long in these
parts. I came here to-night to find out how you had fared;
I could not help it.
Sveinungi. You feel proud that you have coaxed a young
girl to break her word. You think yourself very brave, and
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self with fear. You have come like a thief in the dead of
night. S0lvi. I love your daughter. There is nothing wrong in
that, and I am proud and happy that she has given me her
heart. Sveinungi (to Ljot). So that is what you have done. I dare
say you have met him before and more than once behind
my back.
Ljot. Not once.
Sveinungi. And straightway you are ready to break your
word. You knew that Halfdan's father is the best friend
I have. Ljot. You must forgive me, father !
Sveinungi. And you knew I had sent him word that
everything was settled.
Ljot {takes his hand). Do you remember, father, when I
was so little that I had to put my arms around your knee ?
Then you never said no when I asked you for anything.
I am still your little girl.
Sveinungi. Let me go!
Ljot. You do care for me, father. I know of no one who
has been so good to me as you. You have given me every
thing that I call my own. You must give me my happiness !
Sveinungi. Let go my hand !
Jorunn, I understand that S0lvi is very dear to you, my
child, but this comes upon us unawares, and it has been
a terrible night for us all. (To S0lvi.) Could you not have
waited before speaking to Sveinungi?
S0lvi. I cannot help it that it has come in this way. I
would have waited if I could.
Jorunn. I might perhaps have seen my way to put in a
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on your daughter! If we had been lying under the ruins
now, she would have had no need to ask us. To-night we
must not be merciless.
Sveinungi. Who is this man ? I don't know him, nor do
I know his people.
S0lvi. My father was a farmer like yourself. Had he been
living, you two might have become friends.
Sveinungi {interrupting). The only thing I know about
you is that you go about picking up stones like the children.
S0lvi. You speak slightingly of my stones, but the know
ledge I gain from them can bring me more money than you
ever made on your farm, and it can bring me fame.
Sveinungi. What kind of knowledge is that ?
S0lvi. Those stones teach me to know my country and
how it has been built by fire and water and ice. They give
me an opportunity of finding out new links in laws that are
eternal and mightier than all mankind.
Sveinungi. Indeed ! Since you are so passing wise, you
ought to have told me days ago that a great earthquake
would come to-night. That I could have understood; but
it seems that you knew as little there as the rest of us. I
believe old Jakobina is wiser than you.
S0lvi. I don't know how wise she is, but I do know of
people who go through life as if they were blind. They may
have been living in the same place all their lives, and yet
they have never seen the landscape they live with — neither
its beauty nor its peculiar character.
Sveinungi. They haven't? (Points toward the ^'^ hraun.")
I have been out there in a snowstorm so heavy that I could
scarcely see a hand before me, and shall I tell you how I
found my way ? I knew where I was by feeling before me
with my hands. (Laughs.) No, I have never seen the hraun!

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S0lvi. I did not say that you were among the blind, and
I am sure you are human enough not to force your daughter
to marry against her will. It would not give you much joy
to feel that you had made her unhappy for her whole life.
If you think you do not know me well enough, you can
find out all you wish from myself or from others.
Sveinungi. I have no desire to learn anything about you,
and you need not worry about my daughter. She will stay
here with me.
S0lvi. Ljot is not a child any longer. She can decide for
herself. • Sveinungi. Perhaps you think she can't live without you.
(To Ljot.) If you care as much for him as he imagines, I
will let you prove it. I will let you choose between him and
me. If you choose him, then I have no daughter any more.
Ljot. You don't mean to force me to such a choice !
Sveinungi. Can you for a single moment be in doubt about
whom to choose of us two — him or your old father?
Ljot {kneeling). He is so unutterably dear to me.
Sveinungi. Get up ! I don't want to see you lying like a
dog at my feet.
Ljot (rising). /Then you have no daughter.
S0lvi. I knew you would not fail me!
Jorunn. You had better give your consent, Sveinungi,
since it cannot be otherwise. I cannot do without my only
child. Sveinungi (goes to Ljot). You are quite free, Ljot; I will
not try to force you, but when you have thought it over,
you will not leave your father and mother for the sake of
a stranger. You are my only child, and you have been the
light of my eyes since you were a little tot. When I came
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you had to say. When you stroked my cheek it was like
warm summer rain falling on my face. It will be lonely
and empty here if you go. You cannot do it.
Ljot. Father, it is you who drive me away.
Sveinungi. You must listen to me. It has always been
my intention that you should take the farm, and yester
day when you promised to marry Halfdan it seemed to me
that all my wishes had been fulfilled. I was happy, and not
(Jnly for your sake, but fully as much for the farm. Yet
you would leave it now in the midst of misfortune. Look
about you ! Not a single building is standing. Can you let
your old father sit here alone and forsaken? You might
as well kill your father. And for whom should I build it up
again if you are not to have it ? It might as well be left to
rot on the ground.
Ljot. You don't know, father, how much I care for him.
I used to dream often that the mountains fell so that I
could see the land beyond. To-night it seemed to me that
the mountains fell.
Sveinungi. You are a wilful girl. (To S0lvi.) Could you
think of taking over my farm, perhaps ?
S0lvi. I could not —
Sveinungi {interrupting). Do you two believe that you can
cow me ? {Pointing to the ruins.) There is a chest of drawers
in there that Ljot keeps her clothes in. I will have nothing
of hers in my house. (To S0lvi.) Will you go in there with
me and bring it out?
S0lvi. I have nothing to do in there.
Sveinungi. You can go, Ljot. I can't bear to see you.
(Goes over to the ruins; stands resting his hands on the walls.)
S0lvi {takes Ljot by the hand quietly). It is better that we
leave your parents alone for a little while. [Exeunt.

ACT THIRD 127
Jorunn. You will have to give your consent, Sveinungi.
You say yourself that all you have done has been for your
daughter. Sveinungi (turns to Jorunn, passing his earth-stained hand
over his forehead). Did you understand what I was about
to do? I wanted to get him into the ruins, and then I
meant to give the post a shove.
Jorunn. God forgive you, man !
Sveinungi. Now we two must hold together. If we two
are of one mind, I believe Ljot will give in. You must try
to bring her to her senses.
Jorunn. They are very fond of each other. It warmed
my heart to see them. It brought back the days of my own
youth. I feel sure it would be a sin to try to part those two.
Sveinungi. And you say that!
Jorunn. I think it was her fate to meet this man. She
has always been a good and dutiful daughter.
Sveinungi. And it was you who went with me into the
house! Have you turned against me — you too?
Jorunn (goes to hirri). You must not make the evil worse
than it really is. The man looks as if he came of good
people, and we have every reason to believe that he is a
capable man. Even if we can't keep Ljot here, as we had
hoped to do, she will certainly find time to come and see us
once in a while, and we shall have that to look forward to.
Sveinungi. You think only of your daughter. It is noth
ing to you if my life-work is wasted. I could name you
many farms that have been an ornament to the neighbor
hood as long as they have been handed down from man
to man in the same family, but once they have passed into
other hands, they have been tended in a makeshift way or
left to go to rack and ruin altogether. You have seen those

128 THE HRAUN FARM
old forlorn places, where the site is overgrown with grass,
and the heather has been allowed to spread all over the
yard. They remind me of graves. I tell you the truth : if
such a fate were in store for my farm, I should wish for
nothing but to be lying under the ruins myself.
Jorunn. Who says that your farm will not be rebuilt!
You are not so old that you cannot do it without help. If
I know you rightly, you always grow younger and stronger
whenever there is anything that needs all your powers. In
a year or two you will have the buildings up again every
bit as fine as before.
Sveinungi. Spare your wheedling! What would be the
use, even though I got the houses up again ? When my
days are over, everything will pass into the hands of care
less people. And to think that this should happen only
because of a fleeting fancy !
Jorunn, Did it seem to you like a passing whim when
Ljot was begging for your consent? To me it seemed that
she was pleading for her life.
Sveinungi. Even though this should mean more to my
daughter than I think it does, that can alter nothing. It
is my right to care for my home and keep it intact even
after I am gone. When I am standing out in the hraun and
looking toward home, the green yard looks like a spot of
sunshine. Jorunn. You take it for granted that none of your kin
will ever reap the benefit of your work, but your daughter
is not dead, though she has chosen another man than the
one you wanted her to marry. Why should not those two
have children ? They are both strong and healthy, and
there is, after all, a chance that some day one of their sons
may take over the farm.

ACT THIRD 129
Sveinungi. I dare say a son of his would be the right man !
• Jorunn. A daughter's son is often more like his grand
father than his father. You know that as well as I.
Sveinungi. You are like a child playing with soap-bub
bles. When one breaks, you are straightway ready to blow
a new one. You can't make me play at that game. Even
though they should have children, do I know how they
would turn out? And you see it the same way yourself,
but you are trying to fool me into giving my consent.
Jorunn. What do you gain even if you have your way
and part those two? You may bring it about that your
daughter becomes one of those sour old maids ; for you
cannot mean to drag her to the altar against her will.
Sveinungi. I didn't expect you to be against me. You
would n't mind leaving the farm, if you could live with your
daughter. You care more for her than for me.
Jorunn (her voice growing husky). Why do you say this,
Sveinungi ? I have never weighed my feelings for you two,
nor do I intend to do it. I only know that where you are,
there I stay too.
Sveinungi. Even this very earth upon my hand is dear to
me. I care for it as the old house-leek would if she could
feel. As for the young man whom you think so much of, I
should have grudged him even to have the earth fall on
his face. But you were not born here, as I was. You have
not lived here as a child. You are an outsider.
Jorunn. Am I an outsider! I am grown too old to kneel
before you as your daughter did, but if you send her away,
I know that even though you build your house both larger
and finer, the room will seem less light to me, and the
smile will be gone from my face. Can you not spare me
the sorrow of losing my only child ?

130 THE HRAUN FARM
Sveinungi. I thought you knew me well enough not to
tease me with bootless prayers. What I have said stands.
Jorunn. I don't know what gives you the right to be so
heartless. You were tempting God when you went into the
house, but He had mercy on you and spared your life, and
the very first thing you do is an act of cruelty. {Bursts out
sobbing.) Sveinungi. Don't take to crying, wife,
Jorunn (weeping; sits down on one of the stones that have
been torn from the wall by the earthquake). I don't see how
I am going to live through it if you send her away,
Sveinungi (stands puzzled for a moment, then goes to her).
I understand that you take this very much to heart. Do go
into the tent now and lie down. We must try to get over
this as best we can.
Jorunn {rising). I am sure I have lost my daughter for
ever. (Weeps.)
Sveinungi {takes her hands and kisses her on the cheek). I
have always said good night to you with a kiss. You have
been a good wife to me. I little thought, when you went
with me into the house, that you should cry yourself to sleep
this very night because of me. {Jorunn clings to him, weep
ing. Sveinungi releases himself suddenly.) Listen to what I
say. You shall not leave me this way. Now you can go
to the young folks and tell them that I give my consent.
(Moves a little away.) But it will be on one strict condi
tion. {Jorunn wipes her eyes on her apron.) They must prom
ise me that if they have a son, he shall be brought up here
with us.
Jorunn (her face lighting up). I believe this thought was
sent you by Him who showed mercy upon you this night.
Sveinungi. Even if it should be their only child. (Goes

ACT THIRD 131
to Jorunn.) And you can tell them that it is only for your
sake I yield. Now you won't cry any more?
Jorunn. God bless you ! How happy Ljot will be ! (Turns
to go.) Sveinungi. You need n't be in such a hurry. I don't care
to have the young folks see that you have been crying.
And one thing more; S0lvi must not come here until I
send him word. I want to explain to my old friend how
all this has come about.
Jorunn. S0lvi will understand. (Sits down, very still, with
her hands in her lap, gazing straight before her.) And the boy
is to be named Sveinungi. {Unconsciously she passes her right
hand back and forth over the edge of the stones.)
Sveinungi. Yes, they can well be used again, the old
stones. Now you had better go to Ljot.
Jorunn {rising, pats his arm). Yes, yes, I am going, and
I am happy. [Exit.
(Sveinungi stands for a moment looking after her, then bends
down over the stones, examining them closely. He turns over
one stone — and one more — )

KarPs Song

Far in the hills I wandered; soft-ly shone the summer

night. And the sun had ne*er a thought of sleep-ing. Now

will I bring my sweetheart dear the hid - den trea - sure
/?s
bright. For faith-ful-ly my vows I would be keep-ing.
Heigh, ho ! New and fine my stockings are, new and fine my
shoes. And not a care in all the world to plague me !
Icelandic Folk Melody r>
Sweet -ly sleep, my dear young love. Out - side rain is
/7\ /:\

fall ing. Moth - er safe ly away

will stow

rest, we two, for night is call ing.

Icelandic Folk Melody

Have you seen a brave young lad? 'T is my friend,

Dearest friend; 'Mongst all men in byr-nie clad The bon-ni - est is

he. I have smiled my teeth all white and shin ing,

I have smiled my teeth all white and shin - ing with glee.

Note : The Editors are responsible for the translation of the lyrics.

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