[THORGJERD stands on a rocky projection near the river and listens to the various choruses which are heard off the stage.]
CHORUS OF LADY KIRSTEN’S RETINUE. [Deep in the wood to the right.]
With ringing of bells we hurry along, We wander in field and in dell; O Christian, come, give heed to our song, Awake from your magic spell.
RELATIVES OF ARNE OF GULDVIK. [Far away to the right.]
Now hasten we all To the wedding hall; The foal runneth light and gay! The hoofs resound On the grassy ground As the merry swains gallop away!
LADY KIRSTEN’S RETINUE. [A little nearer than before.]
We conjure you forth from mountain and hill, From the places which hold you bound. Awake to our call, come, free your will From elves that hover around!
[THORGJERD disappears in the ravine where the river runs; after a rapid interplay the choruses are heard much nearer.]
ARNE’S RELATIVES. Our way we shorten with jest and with song, And all of the bridal night.
LADY KIRSTEN’S RETINUE. With tears we wander the whole day long, We search to the left and the right.
ARNE’S RELATIVES. [In close proximity, yet still outside the scene.] To wedding and banquet, to song and dance, Both servants and hand-maidens throng.
LADY KIRSTEN’S RETINUE. [Nearer than before.] Olaf Liljekrans! Olaf Liljekrans! Why sleep you so deep and so long?