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 says he will carve me a ship with many, many warriors aboard.

I praise all good wights that Thorolf came not with us; for if he too—nay, strong though I be, that had been too heavy for me to bear. But why comes he not? He was ever the first to meet his father; for to both of us it seemed we could not live apart a single day.

Örnulf, Örnulf!

[With growing uneasiness.] Ye stand all silent, I mark it now. What ails you? Where is Thorolf?

Sigurd, Sigurd—this will be the sorest blow to him!

[Struggling with himself.] Old man!—Noand yet, it cannot be hid

[Vehemently.] My son! Where is he?

Thorolf is slain!

Slain! Thorolf? Thorolf? Ha, thou liest!

I would give my warmest heart-blood to know him alive!