THRALL. It would not help even if you gave me a hundred. You must pray yourself.
THORFINN. I cannot, but I command you to pray.
THRALL. I will obey—but you will see that it does not help. [Praying.] Jesus Christ, have pity on this poor sinner who begs for mercy.
THORFINN. That's a lie. I never begged for anything!
THRALL. You see now that it doesn't help.
THORFINN. Give me my armor and help me buckle.
THRALL [Helping]. You are not keeping still. I can't fasten the buckles.
THORFINN. Wretch!
THRALL. But your whole body is shaking.
THORFINN. That's a lie!