EGIL I—I am Allfather! [Swaying with anguish, as under the blows of a scourge, he sinks upon the floor, overwhelmed and quivering.] Oathless—am—I—
THORDIS Egil, awake! awake! ’Tis nothing.
EGIL [Gradually waking, rises to his knees.] Freyja!
THORDIS No goddess I, poor Egil, but your friend Thordis, the maiden.
EGIL She thou art—the same Even now that saved me. [Starting.] What is that?
ARFI Your brother.
EGIL My brother he is tall and beautiful, Happy and glorious, and I hate him for’t.
ARFI Nay, you have hated me, but not for that. Look on me, Egil.
EGIL Arfi!
THORDIS ’Twas a dream.