I could not sleep; I tossed in restless dreams of that—that which befell Thorolf. I dreamt that he came——No matter; I wakened. Then methought there sounded a strange, fair song through all the house; I arose; I pushed the door ajar; here I saw thee sitting by the log-fire—it burned blue and red—fixing arrow-heads, and singing sorceries over them.
Hiördis.
I did what was needful; for strong is the breast that must be pierced this day.
Gunnar.
I understand thee well: thou wouldst have Sigurd slain.
Hiördis.
Mayhap.
Gunnar.
Thou shalt never have thy will. I will keep peace with Sigurd, howe’er thou goad me.
Hiördis.