THE LEECH [To the folk.] Stand off! Give air! WULDOR [To the folk.] Hath Yorul then deceived us? ROLF Behold, they live! FRIDA [Rising, faintly.] Thanks; lead me to the temple. INGIMUND What hath befallen? WULDOR Hail, Ingimund! The portent Of Odin hath befallen. [Pg 43] INGIMUND Saw ye, or what? [Wuldor and the folk whisper among themselves.
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