Gunnar.
It is well, old warrior; Sigurd and Dagny will know how to smooth thy brow. Now must I prepare the feast; peace be with you the while, and well met in my hall. [Goes out by the right.
Sigurd.
[To himself.] Hiördis has changed her thought, said he? Little he knows her; I rather deem that she is plotting——[Interrupting himself and turning to his men.] Come, follow me all to the ships; good gifts will I choose for Gunnar and his household.
Dagny.
Gifts of the best we have. And thou, father—thou shalt have no peace for me until thou yield thee.
She goes with Sigurd and his men down towards the shore at the back.
Örnulf.
Yield me? Ay, if there were no women-folk in Gunnar’s house, then——Oh, if I but knew where to strike her!—Thorolf, thou here!
Thorolf.