Thorgeir.—No, papa is still in the church!
Kalf.—Now you are out of it! Cut off his head, Helgi Skaftason! (Grasps THORGEIR by his shoulder and lifts up his other hand.)
Thorgeir (still kneeling).—Are you out of your mind? Do you want to kill me, who am papa—and I—while I am in church,—and—and—and I—while I am saying my prayers?
Kalf (lifting up his hand).—Cut off his head, Helgi Skaftason!
Thorgeir (as before, weeping).—Mamma! Mamma! Mamma!
Kalf (stamping, with commanding voice).—Cut off his head, Helgi Skaftason! (Enter JORUN. THORGEIR is weeping.)
Jorun.—What are you doing there, boys? Why are you crying, Thorgeir?
Kalf.—We are playing here.
Thorgeir (tearfully).—He wants to cut my head off,—I who am papa, and in church, and praying.
Kalf.—Yes, and I was Kolbein the Young, and wanted to have Helgi Skaftason behead him—just in play.