Gorm.She is a wolf.
Dansberg. Gorm.She is a wolf.God is not blind as I am.
(A pause.)
My daughter’s daughter struck me. Therefore I know
That she would kill me. Kill me, then, and quickly,
That I may go to God with branded cheeks
To plead compassion for me—for I’ve done
Sins in this world. But who would punish me—
More—after this? Now let me die. I wait.
(Silence. A gust of wind blows through the forest.)