THORDIS [Showing her hand.] Look! look there.
EGIL A scar.
THORDIS The mark Of fangs.
EGIL What thing has dared to give you pain?
THORDIS Have you forgot?
EGIL Ah me! I had forgot. Cannot you, too, forget?
THORDIS I would not; that’s My secret. Yes, this scar is dear to me.
EGIL That sign of blasphemy, of him—the werewolf—
THORDIS Is dear to me.
EGIL Thordis!