Sigurd.—My Lord Jesus Christ, receive thou my soul!
Jorun (throwing her arms about BRAND).—Never let such dreams trouble you, my dear husband. (The others are startled by her words.)
Brand.—Thorolf prophesied to me that I would not have a priest near me when I was put to death.
Jorun.—That prophecy shall not come true, in case you really should suffer a sudden death now. Come into the church, deacon, and shrive me and my husband.
Sigurd.—Come along with us into the church, Helgi Skaftason! For it is the last refuge of every man.
Helgi.—I want to have my food, and no consecrated host! And when I am done eating it is better I should see how the watches are kept. Never forget those masses, deacon!
(All depart. After a little while KALF and THORGEIR poke their heads in and enter, when they see that the room is empty.)
Kalf.—Nobody here; come now, we are going to play.
Thorgeir.—Yes, play great, big men!
Kalf.—Father is going to fight against Kolbein the Young now, and Broddi with him. Will you be Broddi?