Irma:
[announcing to the river, in Swedish]
In thanks and praise, Great Goddess, we bestow upon you this modest gift.
[Music is played as the men hoist up the lavish tree, run it towards the river, and hurl it into the water. The river gulps the tree down. A horn bellows]
Sven:
[theatrically, in Swedish]
Oh no! Did you hear that rumbling? I think she is still hungry.
Irma:
[in Swedish]
I heard no rumbling. Did any of you?
[Grumblings all around. The consensus is "no."]
Sven:
[in Swedish]
Ah, well, I suppose it could have been my own belly. But I do not wish to risk offending our generous Mother.
Irma:
[in Swedish]
Nor do I. Yet we have already given our finest jewels and most fruitful tree. What else could we possibly offer?
Bror:
[in Swedish]
You can use me!
[the crowd opens up to reveal the young boy. He is adorned in the same jewels and flowers as the tree. His costume is an imitation of the tree's. He is clearly reciting lines]
Irma:
[in Swedish]
You, young Bror, wish to offer your life to our beloved Goddess?
Bror:
[in Swedish]
If she will have it.
Sven:
[in Swedish]
How brave you are, little Bror!
Bror:
[in Swedish]
Brave? What is brave in going home?
