WULDOR Hath Egil read the runes on Odin’s stone?
YORUL Weaklings and women ye!
WULDOR Thou liest, Yorul.
YORUL [Strikes Wuldor.]
Ho, Egil, here!
WULDOR [Retaliating.] Ho, Arfi!
[The followers, from either side, spring forward and fight fiercely. Ingimund strikes among them with his spear.]
INGIMUND Fools of anger! This ground is Odin’s; he alone may judge Which of your masters shall betroth his priestess. Back! and await his sign.—Come, Thordis.
FRIDA [Parting with Thordis by the temple.] Joy And love be thine, dear lady.
[Leaving her maidens, Thordis comes quietly from the temple and stands before the rune-stone and Ingimund, who, with his spear, beckons also Egil and Arfi. As these join Thordis, the altar priests, with a heavy chain of gold, enclose the four in a circular space, while the folk chant as before.]