Again farewell, and fortune befriend thee this night!
[They part. Gunnar goes out to the right. Sigurd casts a glance at Hiördis, and goes out by the back.
Hiördis.
[After a pause, softly and thoughtfully.] To-morrow they fight! Which will fall? [After a moment’s silence, she bursts forth as if seized by a strong resolution.] Let fall who will—Sigurd and I shall still be together!
ACT FOURTH.
By the coast. It is evening; the moon breaks forth now and again, from among dark and ragged storm-clouds. At the back, a black grave-mound, newly heaped up.
Örnulf sits on a stone, in front on the right, his head bare, his elbows resting on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. His men are digging at the mound; some give light with pine-knot torches. After a short pause, Sigurd and Dagny enter from the boat-house, where a wood fire is burning.
Dagny.
[In a low voice.] There sits he still. [Holding Sigurd back.] Nay, speak not to him.
Sigurd.