Complete Works of Henrik Ibsen (42 page)

SCENE
X

[The Preceding. ALFHILD comes unnoticed out of the storehouse in glittering bridal dress with a crown on her head and her hair flowing.]

ARNE.
[Aside.]
This has been a cursed day for me! O, he is a cunning dog, this Hemming! He knew that Ingeborg had a fancy for him; it was therefore so galling to him that Olaf should have her.

LADY KIRSTEN.
[Who has in the meantime regained her composure.]
And now to the festive hall! Hemming we can think of later. — Olaf, take your bride by the hand!

ARNE.
[Reluctantly, as he sees INGEBORG whisper to HEMMING.]
Where is the bride? Come, come!

ALFHILD AND INGEBORG.
[At the same time, as they each seize one of OLAF’s hands.]
Here I am!

THE GUESTS. How, — she takes Olaf?

[General amazement.]

LADY KIRSTEN.
[Aside.]
So far has he gone, then!

LADY KIRSTEN.
[Aloud, to ALFHILD.]
You are mistaken! That is not your bridegroom!

ALFHILD. Why, certainly, it is Olaf!

INGEBORG.
[Lets go his hand.]
If then he has promised her — !

LADY KIRSTEN.
[In great agitation.]
Olaf is not your bridegroom, I say! Tell her it yourself, my son!

[OLAF is silent. LADY KIRSTEN’s Kinsmen look at each other embarrassed. ARNE’s Relatives draw nearer, angry and threatening.]

LADY KIRSTEN.
[With raised voice.]
Olaf Liljekrans! Answer loudly and clearly! You owe it to yourself and to us.

OLAF.
[In despair, struggling with himself.]
Let it be as you wish then, mother! Yes, by all the saints! I shall answer. Alfhild! you are mistaken! I am not your bridegroom.

OLAF.
[Pointing to INGEBORG.]
There — there stands my bride!

ALFHILD.
[Withdraws a step or two dumfounded and stares at him.]
She — your —

OLAF.
[With rising irritation.]
Alfhild! go hence! Go, go, far into the mountain again; ‘twill be best for you. I was sick and bewildered in mind when I wandered up there! What I have told you I little remember! I do not know and I do not want to know! Do you hear, — I do not want to! — The golden crown you can keep! Keep all, both the silver and gold, that you there stand dressed in. More, — yea, tenfold more you shall have. — Well! why do you stare at me so?

[ALFHILD takes off the crown and the other adornments and places them at OLAF’s feet as she continues uninterruptedly to stare at him.]

OLAF. Perhaps I pretended to you that you were to be my bride tonight, perhaps you believed me! Perhaps you thought that Olaf Liljekrans would marry a — a — what was it you called her?

OLAF.
[Stamps with his foot.]
Do not stare at me so, I say! I know you well enough; you have bewitched me. I forgot my family; I forgot my bride, my betrothed, she who stands there.

OLAF.
[Seizes ALFHILD violently by the arm.]
Look at her,
Alfhild! Aha, it is she that I love!

[ALFHILD sinks down on her knees and covers her face with her hands.]

OLAF. Rise, Alfhild! rise, I say! If you dare to grieve in this way, I shall kill you! — Why are you not happy? Be merry and wild as I am! — And the rest of you! Why do you stand so silently, looking at one another? Laugh, — laugh loudly, so that it may echo around! — Alfhild! Why don’t you answer? Have I not told you enough! Aha! Then add, you others, a word to what I have said! Come, say something, you too; Lady Kirsten would like it! Laugh at her, mock her, trample her under your feet!

OLAF.
[With ringing laughter.]
Ha, ha, ha! She is Olaf’s darling!

[ALFHILD sinks down to the ground in such a way that she rests prostrate against the stone bench at the left. A flash of lightning illuminates the scene and the thunder rolls; during the following to the close of the act the darkness and the storm increase.]

OLAF. See, see! That I like; now do the powers above join in! Right now will I ride to the church with my bride! Come, Mistress Ingeborg! But first will we drink, — yes, drink, drink! Bring here the beaker and horn, — not in there — ! Light the candles in the church! Let the organ resound; prepare for a dance — not mournful psalms — fie, fie, no, a dance!

[Thunder and lightning.]

OLAF. Ah, it is rumored in heaven that Olaf Liljekrans is celebrating his wedding!

[Rushes out to the right.]

ARNE. Christ save me! his reason is gone!

LADY KIRSTEN. Ah, have no fear; it will soon pass, — I know him.

[Draws ARNE aside with her.]

ARNE.
[Gently threatening HEMMING in passing.]
O, Hemming,
Hemming! You are a sly dog!

[The GUESTS go quietly and gloomily out to the right; the
SERVANTS to the left.]

INGEBORG.
[Detains HEMMING.]
Hemming! I will not go to church with Olaf Liljekrans!

HEMMING. Alas, what will prevent it?

INGEBORG. If it comes to that, I shall say no, — no before the very altar itself, in the presence of all!

HEMMING. Ingeborg!

INGEBORG. Hold my horse saddled and ready!

HEMMING. What! You will — !

INGEBORG. I will! Now I know for the first time how dear you are to me, — now when I stand in danger of losing you. Go, — do as I say, and let me know when it is time.

[She goes out to the right.]

HEMMING. Yes, now am I strong; now I dare venture whatever it be!

[He goes out to the left.]

SCENE X
I

[ALFHILD. Later HEMMING, INGEBORG, and others at various times.]

ALFHILD.
[Remains lying motionless for a long time with her face
concealed in her hands. At length she half raises herself, looks
about bewildered, rises, and speaks with quiet broken laughter.]
One falcon the heavens with plenty may bless,
Another must suffer great want and distress!
One bird wears a coat of feathers so gay,
Another must live contented with gray!
I have known that tears are a balm to the soul,
When the world is nothing but gall;
But now I have suffered such sorrow and dole,
I could laugh myself dead at the thought of it all!

[It is now quite dark. The windows of the church are being lighted up. ALFHILD goes over to the house and listens while the following song is heard faintly within.]

CHORUS OF WEDDING GUESTS.
Hail to the bridegroom and hail to the bride!
There’s feasting and joy everywhere.
Lord Olaf, all hail! a knight who can ride,
And Ingeborg a lady so fair!

HEMMING.
[Steals in from the left during the song.]
The horse stands saddled and ready! Now a secret sign to Ingeborg and then away!

[He goes out to the right to the rear of the house.]

ALFHILD. His health from the silvery cup they drink,
The bride sits proudly enthroned at his side;
The candles of wax on the altar now wink,
Soon out to the church they will ride!
Within at the banquet sit host and guest
And laugh as they bandy the merry jest!
But here I must wander alone in the night,
Alas, they have all forsaken me quite!
Olaf! The storm is rending my hair!
The rain beats against me wherever I fare!
Olaf, Olaf! Can you see me thus languish
Beneath this unspeakable torture and anguish?

[She laughs.]

ALFHILD. But rain or storm is a trifling thing,
‘Tis as nothing beside the poignant sting
I suffer within my breast. —
My home and my father and all the rest
I left for Olaf, the friend I loved best!
He swore to me then I should be his bride!
And I came — God’s love I felt in my soul;
But he drove me away, he thrust me aside;
So loudly he laughed when I writhed in dole!
While they banquet within, like a dog I must stay
Out here in the storm. Hence, — hence I will go!

[Starts to go, but stops.]

ALFHILD. But I have not the power, I cannot go away;
Here must I stay and suffer my woe!
‘Tis little the flowers out there in the wood
Can tear themselves up from the ground!
And Olaf, whether he be false or good, —
About him my roots I have wound.

[Pause. — The HOUSE SERVANTS come with torches from the left.]

ALFHILD.
[As if seized by an uneasy presentiment.]
Whither do you go? Whither, whither? What is going to happen?

A SERVANT. Why, see, see! It is Alfhild; she is still here!

ALFHILD. O, tell me this! What is going to happen, — why all these preparations?

THE SERVANT. The wedding! Wouldn’t you care to see it?

ALFHILD.
[In feverish anxiety.]
The wedding! O, no, no! Put it off, only till tomorrow! If the wedding is held, then is everything over with me, I well know!

THE SERVANT. Postpone it! No, Alfhild! ‘Tis not, I’m afraid, the wish of bridegroom or bride!

ANOTHER. Think for a moment! Were you yourself but the bride, you surely would not want to wait.

[Laughter.]

THE FIRST SERVANT. Now we go down to the gate at the church to light the way with red bridal lights when the procession starts from the house.

THE SECOND SERVANT. Come along with us, Alfhild! You shall also have a torch to carry!

SEVERAL. Yes, yes, you must come! It is Lord Olaf’s day of glory!

[Laughter.]

ALFHILD.
[Takes one of the torches.]
Yes, yes, I will! As the most humble in the row I shall stand down there, and then, when he sees me, when I ask of him, when I remind him of everything he has promised and sworn, — O, tell me, tell me, do you not think that he will be kind to me again? Do you think so? O, tell me you do! Say that you think so!

THE SERVANTS. Aha, — for certain he will; now come!

[They go out to the right to the rear of the house.]

ALFHILD.
[Bursts into tears.]
They mock at me, laugh at me, — one and all!
So harsh is not even the mountain wall;
The moss thereon is permitted to grow;
There’s no one so kind to me here! I — I must go!

[Thunder and lightning.]

ALFHILD. Ah, heaven itself is angry and grim,
It pours out its wrath on my wretched head;
But flash there is none to annihilate him
Who craftily tricked me in all that he said!

[The tones of the organ are heard from within the church.]

ALFHILD. O, listen! I hear God’s angel choir!
‘Tis Olaf to the altar they call!
And I must stand here in my ragged attire
And suffer outside the church-hall!

[She swings the torch high in the air.]

ALFHILD. No, no, that I will not, thou all-highest God!
O, tempt me no longer, forswear thee I may!

[She is silent and listens to the organ music.]

ALFHILD. God’s angels are singing! From under the sod
The dead they were able to carol away!
O, my bosom is bursting with woe!

[She kneels and faces the church.]

ALFHILD. Cease, cease your melodies tender and sweet!
O, cease your singing; be kind, I entreat!
Or Olaf to the altar will go!

[Whispering and in the greatest apprehension.]

ALFHILD. Be still! O, be still! For a little while yet!
He is lulled in a sleep that will make him forget!
O, waken him not, else straight he will hie
To the church — and then, alas, I must die!

[The organ grows louder through the storm. ALFHILD springs up, beside herself with despair.]

The angels of God have forsaken me quite!
They mock at my anguish and woe!
They conjure him forth; — he is now in their might!
Ah, if here in the dark, dark night I must go,
Your bridal chamber at least shall be light!

[She throws the torch in through the opening in the gable and falls down on the ground. — INGEBORG and HEMMING come hurriedly from behind the house.]

HEMMING. Now it is time. The horse stands saddled behind the store house.

INGEBORG. And all the servants are down at the church, are they not?

HEMMING. Aye, rest you assured; and in the banquet house I have barred every shutter and door with heavy iron rings; no one can get out!

INGEBORG. Away, then! Up to the valley which Alfhild has told of!

HEMMING. Yes, up there! There no one will seek us!

[They rush out to the left. — ALFHILD continues to lie motionless for some time. Suddenly cries and commotion are hear in the bridal house; the flames break out through the roof.]

ALFHILD.
[Jumps up in despair.]
It burns! — Aha, — I remember! ‘T was here
Too dark for my soul — it filled me with fear!
Olaf, before it was you who smiled,
Now it is Alfhild, so gay and so wild! —
In the bridal house there is anguish and gloom,
The bride is burning on the arm of the groom!

[The HOUSE SERVANTS rush in one by one without torches and stand as if turned to stone. OLAF comes into view up in the opening, which he seeks to widen with desperate efforts.]

OLAF. Alfhild! ‘Tis you! So might I have known!
If only from out of this danger you save me,
‘T is silver and gold you shall hereafter own!

ALFHILD.
[With wild laughter.]
Too well I remember the promise you gave me!
Now ride to the church with minstrel and priest!
Now hold your wedding, — forget all the rest!
Alfhild has honored you as she knew best, —
The torch she has swung at your bridal feast!

[She rushes out at the back. The SERVANTS hasten to lend their help; a part of the roof falls in; OLAF is seen high amidst the flames as the curtain falls.]