Back! and await his sign.—Come, Thordis.

FRIDA

[Parting with Thordis by the temple.]

Joy

And love be thine, dear lady.

[Leaving her maidens, Thordis comes quietly from the temple

and stands before the rune-stone and Ingimund, who, with

his spear, beckons also Egil and Arfi. As these join

Thordis, the altar priests, with a heavy chain of gold,

enclose the four in a circular space, while the folk

chant as before.]

[Pg 37]

THE FOLK

Save us, Lord, from lovers’ hate,

Shelter us from brothers’ feud!

Odin! Asa Odin!

Only thou art wise.

Choose unto this maid a mate

Hallowed by thy sanctitude,

Send thine omen while we wait,

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