YORUL [Showing dagger.] His blood is here.
EGIL Yet shall the dreamers wake, the truth prevail.
YORUL ’Twas I! This hand—
EGIL And shall that hand put out The beacons of the gods with primal dark, And hurl the blinded world to chaos?
THORDIS Egil! Thou art innocent! Oh, in this blank of death That truth remains.
EGIL [Turning upon Yorul.] Scourge and seductor!
INGIMUND [To Egil.] Speak! Hath this man done this deed?
EGIL [Slowly.] Yes; it was Yorul.