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Child, what say'st thou?

There—in front—on the black horse! Father, father!

[ clings in terror to his father; a short pause; the storm passes over, the clouds part, the moon shines peacefully on the scene.

[In quiet sorrow.] Now is Hiördis surely dead.

So it must be, Gunnar;—and my vengeance was rather against her than thee. Dear has this meeting been to both of us;—there is my hand; be there peace between us!

Thanks, Örnulf! And now aboard; I sail with thee to Iceland.

Ay, to Iceland! Long will it be ere our forth-*faring is forgotten.

Weapon-wielding warriors' meeting, woful, by the norland seaboard, still shall live in song and saga while our stem endures in Iceland.

THE END