BLANKA. I? I too am born A Northern child; for on your mountain sides The choicest flowers of my heart took root. To you it was I journeyed in my dreams, From you it was that I received my love.
RODERIK. And now away!
GANDALF. But you?
BLANKA. He comes with us!
RODERIK. I shall remain.
[He points to the mound.]
RODERIK. My barrow waits for me.
BLANKA. And should I leave you here alone?
HEMMING. No, no! Be not afraid! For I shall close his eyes And sing to him a saga from the mound; My last song it will be.
HEMMING. [Moved as he seizes GANDALF's hand.] Farewell, my king! Now have you found a better scald than I.