Gunnar.
[Gladly.] Sigurd—foster-brother! [Shakes his hand.] Now truly, since thou art here, I know that Örnulf comes in peace. [To Örnulf.] Give me thy hand, greybeard! Thy errand here in the north is lightly guessed: it concerns Hiördis, thy foster-daughter.
Örnulf.
As thou sayest; great wrong was done me when thou didst bear her away from Iceland without my will.
Gunnar.
Thy claim is rightful; what the youth has marred, the man must mend. Long have I looked for thee, Örnulf, for this cause; and if amends content thee, we shall soon be at one.
Sigurd.
So deem I too. Örnulf will not press thee over hard.
Gunnar.
[Warmly.] Nay, Örnulf, didst thou crave her full worth, all my goods were not enough!