YORUL Men, Come forth and let us bind the hounds.
EGIL [Swinging his whip.] Slaves! cowards! Traitors! the lash shall teach you. [Striking Rolf.] Bind the hounds!
ROLF This goes too far.
YORUL [Imploring.] Come!
EGIL Mercy! Ah! their fangs! Their fangs! Devils, go forth and bind the hounds. [Follows the men, lashing them.]
ERIC By Loki!
YORUL [Aside.] Humour him.
[The men go forth, whipped wildly by Egil, who sinks exhausted by the closed door.]
EGIL Keep back the hounds— Their fangs!