Hiördis.
[With a smile of provocation.] Wouldst thou avenge it?
Thorolf.
Ay, so that my vengeance should be told of far and wide.
Hiördis.
Then here I pledge a cup to this, that thou may’st first have a beard on thy chin.
Thorolf.
Even a beardless lad is too good to wrangle with women.
Hiördis.
But too weak to fight with men; therefore thy father let thee lie by the hearth at home in Iceland, whilst thy brothers went a-viking.