Gunnar.
[Wavering.] Hiördis! Wouldst thou——?
Hiördis.
Set thy hand to the work, Gunnar—and the heavy days shall be past. No longer will I quit the hall when thou comest, no longer speak harsh things and quench thy smile when thou art glad. I will clothe me in furs and costly silken robes. When thou goest to war, I will follow thee; when thou ridest forth in peace, I will ride by thy side. At the feast I will sit by thee and fill thy horn, and drink to thee and sing fair songs to make glad thy heart!
Gunnar.
[Almost overcome.] Is it true? Thou wouldst——
Hiördis.
More than that, trust me, ten times more! Give me but revenge! Revenge on Sigurd and Dagny, and I will——[Stops as she sees the door open.] Dagny—comest thou here!
Dagny.
[From the back.] Haste thee, Gunnar! Call thy men to arms!