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I could not sleep; I tossed in restless dreams of that—that which befell Thorolf. I dreamt that he cameNo matter; I wakened. Then methought there sounded a strange, fair song through all the house; I arose; I pushed the door ajar; here I saw thee sitting by the log-fire—it burned blue and red—fixing arrow-heads, and singing sorceries over them.

I did what was needful; for strong is the breast that must be pierced this day.

I understand thee well: thou wouldst have Sigurd slain.

Mayhap.

Thou shalt never have thy will. I will keep peace with Sigurd, howe'er thou goad me.

[Smiling.] Dost think so?

I know it!

[Hands him the bow-string.] Tell me, Gunnar—canst loose this knot?

[Tries it.] Nay, it is too cunningly and firmly woven.