Broddi.—I should like, if I might, strike one great blow, before going to Rome with your father.
Kalf.—And let that blow become far famed, Broddi!
(JORUN leads the boys out. They go to the door. Some depart.)
Jorun.—Have you nothing to say to me, my husband, before going?
Brand.—Do not weep when I am gone. (They embrace each other closely.) Make our sons love peace! And always think that I have said that to you which you most wish I had said to you.
(All except DEACON SIGURD and JORUN leave.)
Jorun.—Now I declare myself in league with the holy queen Maria, as did Guttorm, my brother, before he was slain! (Approaches SIGURD.) I shall travel with you to Flugumyr to try whether I may save the life of my husband.
Broddi.—What may a woman effect in such a great feud? It will be a most perilous journey. Who knows what may happen there!
Jorun.—The life of my husband is more precious to me than my own. But I need a man's clothes, deacon, and then let us ride after the others. Lend me the garments of your son who died when half grown. Permit me to wear them on the journey, so that no one may recognize me at Flugumyr.
Sigurd (drying a tear).—You are welcome to the boy's clothes.