You have a wife.
King Skule.
Her I took to bear me sons.
Jatgeir.
But you have a daughter, my lord—a gracious and noble daughter.
King Skule.
Were my daughter a son, I would not ask you what gift I need. [Vehemently.] I must have some one by me who sinks his own will utterly in mine—who believes in me unflinchingly, who will cling close to me in good hap and ill, who lives only to shed light and warmth over my life, and must die if I fall. Give me counsel, Jatgeir Skald!
Jatgeir.
Buy yourself a dog, my lord.
King Skule.