Helga.—You shall surrender the boy to me, whether you like it or no.
Jorun.—Then would I rather die!
Helga.—Weak spirit! My husband has promised me the life of a man in this feud, and also that I might choose who it shall be.
Jorun.—Then I know that it will be the life of my husband.
Helga.—You spoke of the love between me and Thorolf Bjarnason. I shall not deny it. Thorolf summoned your husband before the judgment of God before he was put to death. Now he is dead I can do nothing more pleasing to him than to see to it that Brand Kolbeinsson follow the summons in due time.
Jorun.—You are a devil, Helga! You dare to treat thus a chieftain as beloved as Brand Kolbeinsson?
Helga.—Loud you exclaim now, my lady! Yet I am better than you think me. If Brand is as beloved a chieftain as you make him out to be, somebody will surely be ready to die in his place; and that will I promise you that I shall give your husband full release, and kill him instead who offers himself to that end. (She laughs.)
Jorun.—You promise me that because you know full well that no one will do that.
Helga.—Is not Brand Kolbeinsson a beloved chieftain?
Jorun.—Yet you will stand by your word neither to me nor my husband.