SCENE IX
[The Preceding. INGEBORG comes hurriedly out of the hut and pulls HEMMING behind her.]
INGEBORG. Here I am! Hemming has found me!
ALL. [ASTONISHED] Ingeborg and Hemming! Up here!
ARNE. [Irritated.] Ah, then shall—
INGEBORG. [Throws herself about his neck.] O father, father! It will not avail you; you have given your word!
ARNE. But that did not apply to him! Now I see it all right; he has taken you away himself.
INGEBORG. No, to the contrary, father! It was I who took him away!
ARNE. [Frightened.] Will you be silent with such words! Are you out of your head?
INGEBORG. [Softly.] Then say “yes” right here on the spot! Otherwise I shall proclaim to all people that it was I who—
ARNE. Hush, hush! I am saying “yes”!
[Steps between them and looks sternly at HEMMING.]
ARNE. It was you then who stole my dapple-gray horse with saddle and bridle?
HEMMING. Alas, Lord Arne!—
ARNE. O Hemming! Hemming! You are a—
[Stops to consider.]
ARNE. Well, you are my daughter’s betrothed; let it all be forgotten.
HEMMING AND INGEBORG. O, thanks, thanks!