[In sudden fire, the gods disappear, leaving deep twilight. Vague, the body of Egil lies dead on the bier. Beside it, amid the prostrate folk, rising alone, stands Yorul, with arms upreached toward the rune-stone.]
THE VIRGINS AND CHILDREN [Singing.] Heiri! heiri! heiri! Balthur ok Freyja!
[Far off, the ice-crown of the volcano flushes in the afterglow.]
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