Hiördis.
But no warrior.
Gunnar.
Nay—that thou must not say.
Sigurd.
How couldst thou send him from thee——
Gunnar.
Would that I had not! [In an undertone.] But thou knowest, Sigurd, he who loves overmuch, takes not always the manliest part. [Aloud.] I had few men in my house, and none could be sure of his life when it was known that Örnulf lay in the cove with a ship of war.
Hiördis.
One thing I know that ought first to be made safe, life afterwards.