Jökul was slain in fair fight;[[8]] thy kinsmen did me a worse wrong when they sent thee to Iceland and beguiled me into adopting[[9]] thee, unwitting who thou wert.
Hiördis.
Honour, and no wrong, was thy lot in fostering Jökul’s daughter.
Örnulf.
Nought but strife hast thou brought me, that I know.
Hiördis.
Sterner strife may be at hand, if——
Örnulf.
I came not hither to bandy words with women!—Gunnar, hear my last word: art willing to make atonement?
Hiördis.