GANDALF. Quick,—quick, away from here!
BLANKA. What do you mean?
GANDALF. Away! There's danger here!
BLANKA. What danger?
GANDALF. Death!
BLANKA. I do not understand you.
GANDALF. I thought to hide it from you,—hence I went To call my people to the ship again And sail away; you never should have known,— The trumpet warns me that it is too late,— That they are coming.
BLANKA. Who are coming?
GANDALF. Then know,— The strangers who once harried on the isle Were vikings like myself.
BLANKA. From Norway?