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[Who is a little in front, clad in a red kirtle, blue cloak, and fur hood, calls down to the ships:] Up, all Sigurd's men! My husband is fighting with a stranger! Help! Help for our father! [They descend.

[To his men.] Hold! I can master him alone! [To his sons.] Let me fight in peace! [Rushes in upon .] I will see thy blood! First see thine own! [Wounds him in the arm so that his spear falls.

A stout stroke, Viking! Swift the sword thou swingest, keen thy blows and biting; Sigurd's self, the Stalwart, stood before thee shame-struck.

[Smiling.] Then were his shame his glory! [With a cry of wonder.] Sigurd himself! Sigurd the Strong! But sharper was thy stroke that night thou didst bear away Dagny, my daughter. [Casts his hood back.