Helga.—To arms! Wrest my prisoner from among them!
Broddi.—Hold my place for a moment, my men, if it should be vacant a short while.—Is it really so, Kolbein the Young, that your wife has made you so senselessly mad that you are about to attack us in order to butcher a woman?
Kolbein.—Lady Helga's matter this is, not mine. If we cannot reach terms of peace, it is because of Helgi Skaftason and Alf of Grof!
Broddi.—And you let her attack us in order to butcher a woman?
Kolbein.—I let it come as it may.
Broddi.—Then more will have to come as it may. Be on your guard, Kolbein!
(KOLBEIN has been sitting in his high seat without drawing his sword, but has had it lying on his knees and now and then unsheathed it halfways. BRODDI rushes at him to deliver a blow; KOLBEIN dodges the blow and grasps BRODDI'S wrist with both hands, so that his sword drops on the floor. Then he forces BRODDI to sit beside him on the high seat.)
Kolbein.—Be calm now, Broddi! The slaying of Thorolf was an ill deed and a needless one.
Broddi.—Let go of me, you hell-hound!
Kolbein (laughs).—How furious you are now, brother-in-law!