THE VIKINGS. She is free!
BLANKA. [To RODERIK.] You promise that?
ASGAUT. Then fetch him!
RODERIK. Here he stands!
SOME. Ha, that old man!
GANDALF. O woe!
BLANKA. No, no, you shall not—
RODERIK. Struck by this hand the viking found his death, Now rests he peacefully in yonder mound!
GANDALF. My father's barrow!
RODERIK. He was strong and brave; Wherefore I laid him here in viking style.