ARFI’S MEN [Some kneel, some kiss her robe; all give to her their eyes and hearts unconsciously.] What more?
THORDIS Bring water.
YORUL [Aside.] Master, the hounds are tethered. Where is Frida?
EGIL Dreaming! still dreaming!
YORUL Frida?
EGIL Wake me not.
THORDIS Arfi! O gentle earl, look up! Let not Your ears be as the turf to our great sorrow. Arfi! I love you; live!
YORUL [To Rolf.] Hast thou seen Frida?
ROLF No. [Exit Yorul, left; Egil approaches Arfi’s litter.]
EGIL Will he die?