Sigurd.
Ay, ay, since so it stands, I see well that if need be the matter must be pressed home.
Örnulf.
It must; but I shall not crave overmuch, and Gunnar has the fame of an honourable man. I am glad, too, that I set forth on this quest; the time lay heavy on me in Iceland; out upon the blue waters had I grown old and grey, and meseemed that I must fare forth once again before I——; well well—Bergthora, my good wife, was dead these many years; my elder sons sailed on viking-ventures summer by summer; and since Thorolf was growing up——
Dagny.
[Joyfully.] Thorolf is with thee? Where is he?
Örnulf.
On board the ship. [Points towards the background, to the right.] Scarce shalt thou know the boy again, so stout and strong and fair has he grown. He will be a mighty warrior, Sigurd; one day he will equal thee.
Dagny.
[Smiling.] I see it is now as ever: Thorolf stands nearest thy heart.