Kåre.
[Going off.] Well well, I must shift for myself as best I may. But this I tell you: if ye think to deal gently with Hiördis, ye will come to rue it. I know her—and I know where to strike her sorest!
[Goes down towards the shore.
Dagny.
He is hatching some revenge. Sigurd, it must be hindered!
Örnulf.
[Angrily.] Nay, let him do as he will; she is worth no better!
Dagny.
That meanest thou not; bethink thee, she is thy foster-child.
Örnulf.