Your bright eternal eyes!

[She falls unconscious. Egil, who has risen with the

gold altar chain wound about him, gnaws it.]

EGIL

Death! Freedom! freedom!

[Enter Yorul and a Leech, followed by the folk.]

Leech

THE LEECH

Who calls for leechcraft here?

YORUL

[Stands bewildered.]

A miracle!

[Pg 42]

THORDIS

[Bends over Frida.]

The child is stricken.

ARFI

Let me lift her, Thordis.

YORUL

A miracle! O Frida, speak to me!

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