BALDUR Freyja!
THORDIS [With a wild cry, going to him.] Baldur!
THE FOLK [Prostrating themselves.] The gods! the gods!
[Thordis and Ingimund, by Baldur’s side, are transfigured, and a hedge of flowers and flame springs up before the altar, encircling the three.]
EGIL [Apart, drinks from the cup.] To freedom!
[Baldur and Thordis, clinging to each other, look at Egil.]
YORUL [Staring at Baldur, speaks to Egil.] Whom, lord, dost thou name “brother”?
EGIL Him—and thee, Both, for through me henceforward you are kindred. Yorul! my men, my liegemen! you—you also Conceived in chains and born in passion, you Also, who from an immemorial brute Rage for emancipation, oh, forget not Your brother Fenris, him who was brought forth A glorious miscarriage of the gods, To be exalted to a man. [He sinks upon the bier.] The chains! Yorul—the chains!
[Striving to break the arbutus links, which hang loosely upon him, he falls back.]
YORUL Master!