INGIMUND [Stays him.] The maid is Arfi’s, For she herself hath chosen him.
ARFI [Quietly.] A clout, To stanch the blood.
WULDOR [As Arfi binds her hand, gazes on Thordis, whose eyes have closed.] O fair beyond this world!
EGIL [Clutching the air, in passion for coherence.] A rape! a rape! Thordis for Egil!
YORUL [Drawing.] Thordis For Egil, here!
ARFI’S MEN Thordis for Arfi!
EGIL’S MEN Egil!
INGIMUND Beware! Put back your weapons all, on pain Of Odin’s wrath.
THE FOLK [Murmur.] Remember Odin’s wrath.