FRIDA [Starts for the door.] Yorul!
[Egil, rolling in her way, gazes at her, and rises, panting; she draws back.]
EGIL Thou art the maid of Yorul.
FRIDA I am his.
EGIL Who hid the wolf—he knows.
FRIDA He knows.
EGIL His maiden! Shalt make a fair revenge.
FRIDA Ah! Save me, Yorul! [She faints.]
EGIL Yorul, a dear revenge! [Lifting her in his arms, he bears her off, left.] A lair! a lair!
[A pause; sunset glows through the window; the outer door is partly opened by Rolf, who calls in.]