ORM. Then we are ready for the journey.
THORFINN [Looks at Valgerd and Gunlöd]. Not yet.
ORM [Sits on bench]. Hurry if you want company.
THORFINN. Orm, are you a Christian?
ORM. You may ask indeed.
THORFINN. What are you then, riddle?
ORM. I was everything. I was nothing. I was a poet.
THORFINN. Do you believe in anything?
ORM. I've come to have a belief.
THORFINN. What gave it to you?