YORUL Ah, Frida! Master—Frida!
ROLF What of her? Not dead?
YORUL No, no; would God she were, and I! Frida! [Exit, left.]
THORDIS [To Wuldor, who is about to attack Egil with a spear.] Stop, earl! Your master; He has heard all.
ARFI [Raises his body painfully on the litter.] My brother—Egil—spare him.
WULDOR But ’tis a werewolf!
INGIMUND He has sought your life.
ARFI The life he sought to take I give to him. My strength is little; if you love me, spare him.
WULDOR ’Tis madness!