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I bring you back little Egil.

[One to another.] Egil! Egil alive!

[Letting his sword fall.] Woe is me! what have I done?

Oh, Thorolf, my brother!

I knew it! I knew it!

[Setting Egil down.] There, Gunnar, hast thou thy pretty boy again.

Father! Old Örnulf would not do me ill, as thou saidst when I went away.

[To ] Now have I atoned for thy father; now surely there may be peace between us.

[With repressed emotion.] Mayhap!

[As if waking up.] Is it a hideous dream that maddens me! Thou—thou bringest Egil home!

As thou seest; but in truth he has been near his death.