Making sacrifice.

Odin! Asa Odin!

Save us, Allfather!

[Thunder; storm gathers and the scene grows darker, as

bigger clouds of smoke roll upward from behind the

rune-stone.]

INGIMUND

[Removing the gold circlet from his wrist.]

Here,

Your right hands here—all three—on Odin’s ring.

[To Egil, then Arfi.]

Press deeper in the sand thy foot, now thine.

[To the Priests.]

Fill up the footprints with the sacred blood.

Brother in brother’s footstep, hark your oath—

Your oath to abide by Asa Odin’s will.

[As Egil and Arfi grasp the ring, lightning begins to play

over the scene, and thunder deepens the voices of the

people.]

[Pg 38]

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