Chapter VIII: Act III

_The farm-house is in ruins. Only the farther side of the "badstofa" 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)._

You 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 moment.

_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 unscrew 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._

_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_ (_goes to 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, Bjørg, go and get a blanket to spread over the chest.

[_Exeunt Servants, Bjørn running, Indridi and Helgi carrying
the clock, Jakobina following them._

_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 Bjørg, carrying a blanket._

_Bjørg._

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 capable 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 cave in, or they might close overhead.

_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 coming? (_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 Sølvi.

_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 frightened!

_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 you should be punished for?

_Ljot (taking his hand)._

Be fond of me, father! Be very, very fond of me!

_Enter Einar and Sølvi._

_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 didn'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 cheerful 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. Sølvi and I stayed behind.

_Sveinungi._

Do you sit alone with a stranger in the middle of the night? (_To Sølvi._) And you, why are you here at this time? I will not have you go hunting on my land without asking my leave.

_Sølvi._

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.

_Ljot._

Why do you say that, father?

_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?

_Sølvi._

I have come here to ask for the hand of your daughter.

_Sveinungi._

Has not my daughter told you that she is betrothed?

_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 Sølvi._) It does not make you my son-in-law that you have trifled with my daughter.

_Sølvi._

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 you have taken advantage of her when she was beside herself with fear. You have come like a thief in the dead of night.

_Sølvi._

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 everything that I call my own. You must give me my happiness!

_Sveinungi._

Let go my hand!

_Jorunn._

I understand that Sølvi is very dear to you, my child, but this comes upon us unawares, and it has been a terrible night for us all. (_To Sølvi._) Could you not have waited before speaking to Sveinungi?

_Sølvi._

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 good word for you two. (_To Sveinungi._) You won't be hard 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.

_Sølvi._

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.

_Sølvi._

You speak slightingly of my stones, but the knowledge 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?

_Sølvi._

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.

_Sølvi._

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_!

_Sølvi._

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.

_Sølvi._

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.

_Sølvi._

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 home from work I was never too tired to listen to what 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 yesterday when you promised to marry Halfdan it seemed to me that all my wishes had been fulfilled. I was happy, and not only 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 Sølvi._) Could you think of taking over my farm, perhaps?

_Sølvi._

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 Sølvi._) Will you go in there with me and bring it out?

_Sølvi._

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._)

_Sølvi (takes Ljot by the hand quietly)._

It is better that we leave your parents alone for a little while.
[_Exeunt._

_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 him)._

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 nothing to you if my life-work is wasted. I could name you many farms that have been an ornament to the neighborhood 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 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 careless 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.

_Sveinungi._

I dare say a son of his would be the right man!

_Jorunn._

A daughter's son is often more like his grandfather than his father. You know that as well as I.

_Sveinungi._

You are like a child playing with soap-bubbles. 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 wouldn'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?

_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 forever. (_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, weeping. 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 condition. (_Jorunn wipes her eyes on her apron._) They must promise 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 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 needn'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; Sølvi must not come here until I send him word. I want to explain to my old friend how all this has come about.

_Jorunn._

Sølvi 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-- _)

[Transcriber's Note:

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_Kari's Song_

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 treasure bright,
For faithfully my vows I would be keeping.
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_

Sweetly sleep, my dear young love,
Outside rain is falling,
Mother safely away will stow
Horse and sheep and swan and dove.
Then we'll rest, we two, for night is calling.

_Icelandic Folk Melody_

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.

NOTE: _The Editors are responsible for the translation of the lyrics._

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He has attempted to trace the development of interest in popular ballads as reflected in Scandinavian, English, and Scottish criticism particularly during the eighteenth century.... Mr. Hustvedt's book is not only valuable by reason of the research and the judicially critical spirit; it is written in a manner that should interest the general reader. _Boston Herald._

THE AMERICAN-SCANDINAVIAN REVIEW

The Review is an illustrated magazine, published bi-monthly, presenting the progress of life and literature in Sweden, Denmark, and Norway.

Volume I, 1913. 192 pages. Price $5.00
Volume II, 1914. 320 pages. Price $3.00
Volume III, 1915. 384 pages. Price $2.50

The REVIEW has an admirable array of articles, and it is hoped will be well and widely received. The Scandinavian peoples have contributed of their best blood to the American nation, and we should draw from their resources of culture also. _Chicago Tribune._

_For information regarding the above volumes, address the_
SECRETARY OF THE AMERICAN-SCANDINAVIAN FOUNDATION
_25 West 45th Street, New York City_

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Errata noted by transcriber:

... sympathetic cooperation to good ends.
_paragraph-ending period (full stop) missing_

Do you know when they will come to catch the thief!
_punctuation unchanged_