Hiördis.
If thou wilt keep that promise, then do thou never lend the sword to thy brothers.
Gunnar.
Hiördis!
Hiördis.
[Continuing.] Neither let it hang on thy father’s wall; for there it would hang with base men’s weapons.
Thorolf.
True enough, Hiördis—for there thy father’s axe and shield have hung this many a year.
Hiördis.
[Mastering herself.] That Örnulf slew my father—that deed is ever on thy tongue; but if report speak true, ’twas scarce so honourable a deed as thou deemest.