DAGNY. They are; a silk-sewn shroud lies on the bench; but I know full surely that thou wilt hold thee against Gunnar, so I have not wept over it.
SIGURD. Grant all good powers, that thou may'st never weep for my sake. (He stops and looks out.)
DAGNY. What art thou listening to?
SIGURD. Hear'st thou nought—there?
(Points towards the left.)
DAGNY. Ay, there goes a fearsome storm over the sea!
SIGURD (going up a little towards the background). Hm, there will
fall hard hailstones in that storm. (Shouts.) Who comes?
KARE THE PEASANT (without on the left). Folk thou wot'st of, Sigurd
Viking!
(KARE THE PEASANT, with a band of armed men, enters from the left.)
SIGURD. Whither would ye?