ROLF May be so. I saw him last back yonder in the forest.
YORUL I saw him slinking hither across the open. Look, here again; here’s blood.
ROLF What! was he wounded?
YORUL Did not you see?
ROLF You know I did not; tell me.
YORUL Twice; once across the eye, once in the shank. ’Twas Ingimund struck both wounds.
ROLF Ingimund!
YORUL Yes, when we left you, Egil rode ahead, I and the others after. We had ridden A half-mile, when I heard our master shout: “Here comes our brother with his bride ahunting.” And sure, there burst into our narrow glen Horse, hound, and horn, the whole bright cavalcade; And Thordis rode ahead, and Arfi next, Last, Ingimund. We reined our horses back—
ROLF Not to pollute the lady with the sight Of your accursed faces, eh?
YORUL Say rather To keep our scanty numbers hid.