FRIDA Their eyes! their burning eyes! Oh, I have seen their souls: they are not theirs. Four bright ones came, four pale ones went away.
YORUL Clean reft of wit!
FRIDA Oh, shut me in the dark!
[Taking Frida from Yorul, the temple virgins lead her into the temple.]
INGIMUND [To Wuldor.] Saw ye, I say, or what?
WULDOR Ask Yorul, father.
INGIMUND Speak thou! What hath befallen?
YORUL [Returning dazed from the temple.] Odin is wise; Ye that were dead are risen from the dead, And Frida, my betrothèd, is reft of reason.— She said it would be, for I cursed him.—Egil! Master and lord, welcome to life!
[Egil, who, with fixed gaze, has been eyeing Thordis, starts wildly, paces back and forth, dragging the altar chain as he moves.]
EGIL A verdict! A verdict, priest and earls! Thordis is mine.