SIGURD. Then must outlaws be highly prized in Helgeland!
ORNULF. Dearly shalt thou aby that word!
SIGURD. Now will it go ill with thee, old man!
(ORNULF rushes upon him; SIGURD defends himself.)
(DAGNY and some of SIGURD'S men come up from the strand; Ornulf's
six sons appear on the rocks to the right.)
DAGNY (who is a little in front, clad in a red kirtle, blue cloak, and fur hood, calls down to the ships:) Up, all Sigurd's men! My husband is fighting with a stranger!
ORNULF'S SONS. Help for Ornulf! (They descend.)
SIGURD (to his men). Hold! I can master him alone!
ORNULF (to his sons). Let me fight in peace! (Rushes in upon
SIGURD.) I will see thy blood!
SIGURD. First see thine own! (Wounds him in the arm so that his
spear falls.)
ORNULF. A stout stroke, Viking! Swift the sword thou swingest, keen thy blows and biting; Sigurd's self, the Stalwart, stood before thee shame-struck.