[To his men.] Hold! I can master him alone!
Örnulf.
[To his sons.] Let me fight in peace! [Rushes in upon Sigurd.] I will see thy blood!
Sigurd.
First see thine own!
[Wounds him in the arm so that his spear falls.
Örnulf.
A stout stroke, Viking!
Swift the sword thou swingest,
keen thy blows and biting;