EGIL [After a silence.] Why have you left the body?
THORDIS [Binding his arms down with the blossoms.] I have come To bring you back in chains to prison.
EGIL Where—
THORDIS I know a dungeon where the dead are not.
EGIL Where—have you left the body?
THORDIS They are bringing Their burden here.
EGIL These flowers?
THORDIS Arbutus.
EGIL Those? And you could weave of those this chain for me?
THORDIS Could weave a garland of a winding-sheet? I could; I did; and whilst I wove, I heard Above my head the small birds singing “Horror,” And underfoot “Horror” the sweet grass sang; But in my bosom sung, “He loves me.”