Oh, Thorolf, my brother!
Sigurd.
I knew it! I knew it!
Örnulf.
[Setting Egil down.] There, Gunnar, hast thou thy pretty boy again.
Egil.
Father! Old Örnulf would not do me ill, as thou saidst when I went away.
Örnulf.
[To Hiördis.] Now have I atoned for thy father; now surely there may be peace between us.
Hiördis.