Perhaps they sleep. Look how their brows still wear High thoughts. I think they dream. Go! fetch a leech. [Pg 41] YORUL A leech for death? FRIDA Go quickly, Yorul! YORUL Well! [Going out.] A leech here for the dead! A leech, ho! [Exit.] FRIDA [Alone with the four bodies, stands before the rune-stone.] Odin! Have pity on the dead; let them awake! [Slowly the bodies rise and look upon her; she crouches before them.] Ah me! Your eyes! They burn. O turn away
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