Kalf.—Then you intend to start out to Rome. That I do not mean to do, once I am a chieftain. (BRAND sets him down on the floor again.)
Brand.—It may be that I come to Rome; but that Rome lies high aloft. (KALF goes up to BRODDI.) Now you come to me, Thorgeir! (THORGEIR goes up to him. He takes him on his lap.) Don't weep, my little boy, if I be late returning to-morrow.
Thorgeir.—Don't go away from me, father! Let the others go to war, but you remain at home yourself!
Brand.—No, I cannot stay here; if I remain here there will be fighting here and killing of men; but if I go I shall return with peace.
Thorgeir.—Oh yes! Peace is good, let me have it when you return, so I can put it into my toy box. I will not break it at all.
Broddi.—The boy is right. All the peace that now exists in Iceland may be put into a linen chest.
Brand (kisses the boy and sets him down).—Yes, keep it well, my boy. If you obtain it you will never have to start out on the journey that I now must take.
Kalf.—You are not going to Rome, Broddi?
Broddi.—No. Not just now!
Kalf.—You are going to war, Broddi! I wish I were grown up, too!