[Pg 44]

YORUL

[Returning dazed from the temple.]

Odin is wise;

Ye that were dead are risen from the dead,

And Frida, my betrothèd, is reft of reason.—

She said it would be, for I cursed him.—Egil!

Master and lord, welcome to life!

[Egil, who, with fixed gaze, has been eyeing Thordis,

starts wildly, paces back and forth, dragging the

altar chain as he moves.]

EGIL

A verdict!

A verdict, priest and earls! Thordis is mine.

EGIL’S MEN

Thordis for Egil!

ARFI’S MEN

Thordis for Arfi!

INGIMUND

Peace!

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