(He thrusts with the bill through the casement.)
A MAN'S VOICE (far off)
Is Gunnar within?
THORGRIM THE EASTERLING'S VOICE (near the casement)
Find that out for yourselves:
I am only sure his bill is yet within.
(A noise of falling is heard.)
GUNNAR
The Easterling from Sandgil might be dying—
He has gone down the roof, yet no feet helped him.
(A shouting of many men is heard: GUNNAR starts back from the
casement as several arrows fly in.)
Now there are black flies biting before a storm.
I see men gathering beneath the cart-shed:
Gizur the White and Geir the priest are there,
And a lean whispering shape that should be Mord.
I have a sting for some one—
(He looses an arrow: a distant cry follows.)
Valgard's voice….
A shaft of theirs is lying on the roof;
I'll send it back, for if it should take root
A hurt from their own spent and worthless weapon
Would put a scorn upon their tale for ever.
(He leans out for the arrow.)