Sigurd’s self, the Stalwart,
stood before thee shame-struck.
Sigurd.
[Smiling.] Then were his shame his glory!
Örnulf’s Sons.
[With a cry of wonder.] Sigurd himself! Sigurd the Strong!
Örnulf.
But sharper was thy stroke that night thou didst bear away Dagny, my daughter.
[Casts his hood back.
Sigurd and his Men.