Jorun.—There are but few that can see that in such small boys, excepting their own mother.
Helga (sits down and extends her hand).—Come to me, Kalf, my foster-son. (KALF comes up to her.) What do you want to be when you grow up? A bishop?
Kalf.—I want to become a great chieftain!
Helga.—What chieftain would you most want to be like?
Kalf.—The one who commands the greatest army.
Helga.—You want to command a great army, foster-son?
Kalf.—Yes, and be victorious in many battles.
Helga (placing KALF on her knee).—I think as before about my foster-son Half. In him you will bring up a man fit to be a chieftain, Jorun, though I know not how fit you are for that task.
Jorun.—My sons will have to be satisfied with such bringing up as I am able to give them.
Helga,—Which chieftain would you most like to be?