YORUL I say Still it should matter not; I am his liegeman, His vassal, and his bondslave. I will serve him.
[Enter, with his followers, Egil, cracking his whip.]
EGIL The wolf! Where is your wolf?
ROLF We tracked him here.
EGIL Lies! lies! He lurks yet in the forest.
ERIC [Pointing at Yorul, who holds up the skin.] Look!
THE MEN The wolf!
EGIL [Leaping upon Yorul, flings him to the ground.] Traitor!
YORUL Hold, master—
FRIDA [Coming forward.] Save him!