There speaks thy envy, Sigurd Viking!
Sigurd.
[Smiling.] Mightily dost thou mistake. [Kindly, to Gunnar, drinking to him across the table.] Hail, noble Gunnar; our friendship shall stand fast, whosoever may seek to break it.
Hiördis.
No one, that I wot of, has such a thought.
Sigurd.
Say not so; I could almost think thou hadst bidden us to the feast in the hope to stir up strife.
Hiördis.
That is like thee, Sigurd; now art thou wroth that thou may’st not be held the mightiest man at the board.
Sigurd.