GUNNAR. It is the clouds that——
ORNULF. Nay, it is the dead men's home-faring.
EGIL (with a shriek). Mother is with them!
DAGNY. All good spirits!
GUNNAR. Child, what say'st thou?
EGIL. There—in front—on the black horse! Father, father!
(EGIL clings in terror to his father; a short pause; the storm passes over, the clouds part, the moon shines peacefully on the scene.)
GUNNAR (in quiet sorrow). Now is Hiordis surely dead!
ORNULF. So it must be, Gunnar;—and my vengeance was rather against her than thee. Dear has this meeting been to both of us;—— —— there is my hand; be there peace between us!
GUNNAR. Thanks, Ornulf! And now aboard; I sail with thee to Iceland.