ALL Lives?
YORUL There!
EGIL [Crouching back.] Ai! anarch!
YORUL [Grappling Egil, tears off his bandages.] Look! Look, Ingimund! The wounds: you struck them with your hunting-spear.
YORUL He sprang on Arfi’s horse, And bit his brother’s throat—his murderer. There lies his changeling skin. He buried it Here in the ashes.
THE MEN [Falling away.] Werewolf! Werewolf!
INGIMUND Earl, Thou art accused of sin unnameable. Speak: art thou guilty?
EGIL [Glares about him in fear and rage.] Ai! Ai! anarch!
INGIMUND Demon!