YORUL Stand away! You have forgot I am accurst. This place is Egil’s lodge, And all who dwell here banned and castaway.
FRIDA Where you are must I fear to be?
YORUL Yes, Frida, For Ingimund has cursed me with my master.
FRIDA Leave him.
FRIDA Leave him, Yorul.
YORUL Leave whom, child?
FRIDA Egil, your master.
YORUL [In amazement.] Frida!
FRIDA Hush! [She goes to the hearth.]