EGIL I love—I love thee!
[He bites her hand. Screaming, she draws away from him and clings to the dwarf.]
THORDIS Arfi!
ARFI [Facing Egil.] Brother!
WULDOR Blood! He hath bit her hand. Ho, sacrilege!
EGIL The maid is mine.
ARFI The maid is Odin’s.
ROLF [Seizing Yorul’s arm, points at Egil.] See! His eyes grow small and blaze!
YORUL He is possessed; Some god afflicts him.
[With a gesture of fury, Egil rushes upon Arfi.]