Brand.—In peace? How is that possible now?
Botolf.—Blessed peace! when will you descend upon this blood-stained earth?
Broddi (smiling).—You must call out louder, my lord, to do some good! The blessed peace has been stricken with deafness these times.
Botolf.—Oh wicked mockery!
Broddi.—Wicked indeed, if it were not true.
(The cleric HELGI enters quickly.)
Helgi.—Kolbein the Young is riding toward Holar at this moment, with a hundred men.
Alf.—Let us flee to the mountains.
Broddi.—Let us wait for my brother-in-law Kolbein at this spot.
Alf.—He will have us dragged out of the church and killed.