Örnulf.
[With growing uneasiness.] Ye stand all silent, I mark it now. What ails you? Where is Thorolf?
Dagny.
Sigurd, Sigurd—this will be the sorest blow to him!
Gunnar.
[Struggling with himself.] Old man!—No——and yet, it cannot be hid——
Örnulf.
[Vehemently.] My son! Where is he?
Gunnar.
Thorolf is slain!