Einar.—No, none!
Helga.—The ring is the right sign. If Thorolf has forgiven you, why should I not do likewise? (Leads him out.) Wait here in that corner; I shall spare you.
Asbjorn (comes in hurriedly).—Are you in danger, lady?
Helga.—No. A man's life was given me which I did not wish to take, though.
Asbjorn.—I feared it might be some attack by Broddi and his men.
Helga.—Broddi will soon become peacefully inclined. (Enter KOLBEIN THE YOUNG, BISHOP BOTOLF in his pontifical robes, HAF, and SALVOR, bearing two big, stout tapers which are lit. The hall becomes half filled with armed men.)
Botolf.—Pax tecum, filia!
Helga (bows before the bishop and leads him to the higher seat of honor).—Be seated on this higher seat of honor this evening, my lord. To-morrow an army of my husband's will accompany you to Holar and re-establish you in your see, as soon as we shall have driven from thence Broddi's and Brand's troop of rebels.
Botolf.—A captive bishop is content to be seated on the lower high seat, my daughter!
Helga.—As you wish, my lord. (Leads him to the lower seat of honor, where he is seated. SALVOR moves the table to the lower high seat and puts the tapers upon it. Most of the men are sitting; drink-horns and ale are brought in.)