INGIMUND The virus of the wolf Corrupts his blood; yet he may live.
EGIL May live.
WULDOR O God! I could take heart to bear this woe But that the damnèd beast that bit my master Still breathes.
INGIMUND I wounded him.
WULDOR Yet he escaped us.
ROLF You, Wuldor, but not us. The wolf is dead; Behold his skin! [Reënter Yorul. He staggers forward.]
INGIMUND Who killed him?
ERIC Egil’s man Yorul.
INGIMUND Hail, Yorul! This deed shall atone For much of thy defiance and thy master’s. Well done!
YORUL [Wildly.] A lie! a lie! the wolf still lives.