--Out
to sea! There is a land wind, and before the first cock's crow we
shall be beyond pursuit.
GUNLOED. Yes! Yes!
GUNNAR. Soon we should be at Ostergoetland--where the summer is
still green--and there you shall live in my castle which I have
built where your father's house stood.
GUNLOED. Does not that still stand?
GUNNAR. No--it was burned.
GUNLOED. By the Christians?
GUNNAR. You are so passionate, Gunloed!
GUNLOED. I suffer to say I would rather be a heathen.
GUNNAR. What are you saying, girl!
GUNLOED. [After a pause]. Forgive me, forgive me--I am in such a
wild mood--and when I see the Christians, who should be examples,
commit such deeds--
GUNNAR. Crush out that thought, Gunloed--it is ungodly. Do you see
this wreath?
GUNLOED. Where did you gather it?
GUNNAR. You recognize the flowers, Gunloed?
GUNLOED. They grew in my father's garden--may I keep them?
GUNNAR. Gladly--but, why do you care to have them when we are going
to journey there ourselves?
GUNLOED. I shall look at them the long winter through--the hemlock
shall remind me of the green woods and the anemones of the blue
sky.
GUNNAR. And when they are withered--
GUNLOED. Of that I do not think.
GUNNAR. Then go with me from this drear land--far away, and there
where our childhood was spent we will live as free as the birds
among the flowers and sunshine. There you shall not go in stealth
to the temple of the Lord when the bells tell you of the Sabbath.
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