Botolf.—But he might go so far as to let Thord Kakali have his men, and Thord would dare to fight with you.
Kolbein.—He does indeed! I shall have to kill Thord before mid-summer!
Botolf.—True is the saying that no chieftain in Iceland lays himself down to sleep any day without danger!
Kolbein.—We are mortal men, we chieftains.
Botolf.—Will Gizur also have to be made a head shorter before mid-summer, Kolbein, should he come to Iceland?
Kolbein.—Who can know what the future will bring, sir bishop?
(ASBJORN and HAF enter in headlong haste.)
Asbjorn.—There is prospect of tidings; Broddi Thorleifsson comes riding down the valley with two hundred armed men.
Kolbein (wrathfully, to the BISHOP).—What seeks my cousin Broddi at Holar with two hundred men?
Botolf.—The peace of the land seems insecure to him and he is coming hither for defending himself in the fort.