And didst come to love her!
Sigurd.
I learned to prize her; but one woman only has Sigurd loved, and that is she who frowned upon him from the first day they met. [Rises.] Here ends my saga; and now let us part.—Farewell, Gunnar’s wife; never shall we meet again.
Hiördis.
[Springing up.] Stay, stay! Woe to us both; Sigurd, what hast thou done?
Sigurd.
[Starting.] I, done? What ails thee?
Hiördis.
And all this dost thou tell me now! But no—it cannot be true!
Sigurd.