FRIDA Look! look! himself doth come.
FRIDA Himself doth come, and with him all the gods!
[Amid supernatural darkness and thunder-peal, Ingimund, Thordis, Egil, and Arfi are struck to the earth, and all the people flee, except Yorul and Frida, who crouch beside the temple.]
THE FOLK [In the distance.] Bow down! bow down! [Pause; the passing of the storm; silence.]
FRIDA [Rising.] Yorul!—You do not speak. Yorul!
YORUL O Frida, hush!
FRIDA And did you see them? Four were they all together, and they passed Like fire, and four returned, in robes of flame, But paler.
YORUL May be so; I saw them not.
FRIDA Two others stood on Odin’s stone, and one Laughed loud, and whirled a whip of blazing brass, And one thrust through his beard a smoking hammer.