RANNVEIG
Do not, my son: rouse them not up again
When they are slackening in their attack.
HALLGERD
Shoot, shoot it out, and I'll come up to mock them.
GUNNAR (loosing the arrow)
Hoia! Swerve down upon them, little hawk.
(A shout follows.)
Now they run all together round one man:
Now they murmur….
A VOICE
Close in, lift bows again:
He has no shafts, for this is one of ours.
(Arrows fly in at the casement.)
GUNNAR
Wife, here is something in my arm at last:
The head is twisted—I must cut it clear.
(STEINVOR throws open the dais door and rushes through with a
high shriek.)
STEINVOR
Woman, let us out—help us out—
The burning comes—they are calling out for fire.