Sigurd.
Now less than ever. Here our ways part; for I am a Christian man.
Hiördis.
[Appalled.] Thou——! Ha, no, no!
Sigurd.
The White God is mine; King Æthelstan taught me to know him; it is to him I go.
Hiördis.
[In despair.] And I——! [Drops her bow.] Woe! woe!
Sigurd.
Heavy has my life been from the hour I tore thee out of my own heart and gave thee to Gunnar. I thank thee, Hiördis;—now am I so light and free.