Thou say’st well; it is too soon; best leave him to himself.
Dagny.
[Goes over to the right, and gazes at her father in quiet sorrow.] So strong was he yesterday when he bore Thorolf’s body on his back; strong was he as he helped to heap the grave-mound; but when they were all laid to rest, and earth and stones piled over them—then the sorrow seized him; then seemed it of a sudden as though his fire were quenched. [Dries her tears.] Tell me, Sigurd, when thinkest thou to fare homeward to Iceland?
Sigurd.
So soon as the storm abates, and my dealings with Gunnar are ended.
Dagny.
And then wilt thou buy land and build thee a homestead, and go a-viking no more?
Sigurd.
Yes, yes,—that have I promised thee.
Dagny.