Yorul! YORUL O Frida, hush! FRIDA And did you see them? Four were they all together, and they passed Like fire, and four returned, in robes of flame, But paler. YORUL May be so; I saw them not. FRIDA Two others stood on Odin’s stone, and one Laughed loud, and whirled a whip of blazing brass, And one thrust through his beard a smoking hammer. [Pg 40] YORUL May be; may be. What did you say? Speak not! [Embracing her.] O heart of mine, thou beatest yet. We live. The sun—how still it is! What’s that?
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