JOSTEJN. Then what have you in mind?
HROLLOUG. Explain!
GANDALF. I swore To take revenge or else to die myself. Well, he is free,—I to Valhalla go.
BLANKA. [To RODERIK.] What does he mean?
ASGAUT. Your honor you would save?—
GANDALF. Go,—hold a ship in readiness for me, With hoisted sail, the pyre light in the prow; In ancient fashion I shall go aboard! Behold, the evening breeze blows from the strand,— On crimson wings I sail into Valhalla!
[JOSTEJN goes out to the right.]
ASGAUT. Ah, 'tis the woman who has cast her spell on you!
BLANKA. No, you must live!
GANDALF. I live? No, to the gods I must be true, I cannot break with them.