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Thorolf! All good powers!—thou art a man, grown!

That may I well be, forsooth, in five years

Ay, true, true.

[Giving him his hand.] In thee will Örnulf find a stout carl, or I mistake me. Would he but prove me! [Smiling.] He spares thee more than thou hast a mind to? Thou wast ever well-nigh too dear to him. Whither has he gone? Thorolf. Down to his ship;—go you on; he will follow. I await my men; they are mooring my ships and bringing ashore wares. There must I lend a hand! [Goes down towards the shore.

[After a moment's reflection.] Dagny, my wife,