Einar the Rich (enters with a pair of scales and a gold ring in his hand).—Now I shall ride home by the fastest and shall return within a short while with twenty men.
Brand.—That will be excellent, Einar. (Exeunt BRAND and JORUN.)
Einar.—Deacon Sigurd, what weighs the ring you wear on your arm there?
Sigurd.—Why do you ask?
Einar.—A ring has been paid me for a debt, and I want to weigh it now.
Sigurd.—My ring weighs four ounces.
Einar.—Mine was to weigh as much; let me have yours for a moment!
Sigurd (takes THOROLF'S ring off his arm and gives it to him).—But let me have it back at once!
Einar (weighs the rings. As soon as SIGURD looks away he exchanges the rings; handing SIGURD the other).—Thank you, deacon. Here is your ring! I am astonished that a priest should wear so precious a piece of gold on his arm.
Sigurd.—This ring is not my own. (Puts it on.)