[Imploringly.] Stay, foster-sister—stay; I will appease my father.
Hiördis.
[Without listening to her.] Homewards, homewards! Who could have foretold me that I should wear out my life as a worthless leman? But if I am to bear this life of shame, ay, even for one day more, then must my husband do such a deed—such a deed as shall make his name more famous than all other names of men.
[Goes out to the right.
Gunnar.
[Softly.] Sigurd, promise me this, that we shall have speech together ere thou leave the land.
[Goes out with his men to the right.
[The storm has meanwhile ceased; the mid-day sun is now visible, like a red disc, low upon the rim of the sea.
Örnulf.
[Threateningly.] Thou shalt pay dear for this day’s work, foster-daughter!