My hand and my bow shall fend for me there;
I will drink of the mountain brook, and hide
My head in the wild beast’s lair.
[On the point of going.
Margit.
[Holding him back.]
Outlawed! Nay, stay! I swear to you
That naught of your outlawry I knew.
Gudmund.
It is as I tell you. My life’s at stake;