I fear the strength of her words when she pleads her own
cause. It is as though she could charm you into her power by some
magic. Do you know what she did yesterday? She came up to me
afterwards, and tried to arouse my anger, and so sure was she of
her victory, that she gloried in it. She said that I could flirt
with any one I wanted--she held the love of the finest man in
Iceland.
INGOLF. Now do you think she said it because she was so sure?
KRISTRUN [does not answer]. "SHE held the love of the finest man
in Iceland! ..." Do you love me, Ingolf?
INGOLF. You don't need to ask, Kristrun.
KRISTRUN. Do you love me?
INGOLF. I love you.
KRISTRUN [runs to the chaise-longue, and throws herself upon it;
she sobs audibly].
INGOLF. What is the matter with you, Kristrun?
KRISTRUN. Why don't you take me in your arms?
INGOLF. Now I am--Do you still doubt? I lived behind a dark, dark
wall. Through a crack in the wall a streak of light came in. I
loved this streak. Then one day the wall tumbled down, and I
bathed in a white sea of sunshine. Now I see that I only cared for
Hrafnhild because of the natural likeness between you.
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