Sigurd.
Dastard!
Örnulf.
[Quietly.] To my mind? Knowest thou, Kåre, what were more to my mind? [In a voice of thunder.] To hew off thy nose and ears, thou vile thrall. Little dost thou know old Örnulf if thou thinkest to have his help in such a deed of shame!
Kåre.
[Who has shrunk backwards.] If thou fall not upon Gunnar he will surely fall upon thee.
Örnulf.
Have I not weapons, and strength to wield them?
Sigurd.
[To Kåre.] And now away with thee! Thy presence is a shame to honourable men!