[As if seized by a sudden thought.] And Hiördis!—Has Hiördis been here?
Dagny.
[Softly and with self-control.] I know not; but this I know, that her bow has been here.
Gunnar.
Ay, I thought no less!
Dagny.
Hush, hush! [To herself.] So bitterly did she hate him!
Gunnar.
[Aside.] She has slain him—the night before the combat; then after all she loved me.
[A thrill of dread runs through the whole group; Asgårdsreien—the ride of the fallen warriors to Valhal—hurtles through the air.