GUNNAR (gladly). Sigurd—foster-brother! (Shakes his hand.) Now truly, since thou art here, I know that Ornulf comes in peace. (To ORNULF.) Give me thy hand, greybeard! Thy errand here in the north is lightly guessed: it has to do with Hiordis, thy foster-daughter.
ORNULF. As thou sayest; great wrong was done me when thou didst bear her away from Iceland without my will.
GUNNAR. Thy claim is just; what youth has marred, the man must mend. Long have I looked for thee, Ornulf, for this cause; and if amends content thee, we shall soon be at one.
SIGURD. So deem I too. Ornulf will not press thee hard.
GUNNAR (warmly). Nay, Ornulf, didst thou crave her full worth, all
my goods would not suffice.
ORNULF. I shall go by law and usage, be sure of that. But now
another matter. (Pointing to KARE.) Seest thou yonder man?
GUNNAR. Kare! (To ORNULF.) Thou knowest, then, that there is a
strife between us?
ORNULF. Thy men have stolen his cattle, and theft must be atoned.
GUNNAR. Murder no less; he has slain my thrall.
KARE. Because he flouted me.