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Let me go! But beware both thou and Hiördis; for my father has now in his power one whom ye hold dearest of all!

[Starting.] Thy father has!

[With a cry.] What sayest thou?

[Vehemently.] Where is Örnulf?

[With mocking laughter.] Gone southward—with my brothers.

Southward!

[Shrieking.] Gunnar! Örnulf has slain Egil, our son.

Slain!—Egil slain! Then woe to Örnulf and all his race! Thorolf, speak out;—is this true?

Gunnar, Gunnar—hear me!

Speak out, if thou care for thy life!

Thou canst not fright me! Wait till my father