Heaven’s omen still is dark, and Odin’s sign

Ambiguous. Not one, but four of us,

His hand hath stricken. Wherefore thus I read

His riddle: Thordis shall herself decide.

THORDIS

Father, not I!

INGIMUND

This ancient feud must end.

These two have sworn to abide by Odin’s will;

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His will it is that thou make choice of them.

Hearken their pleas, and choose.

THORDIS

To one must I

Give pain?

INGIMUND

To one give joy. Speak, Arfi.

ARFI

Lady,

That those who love are blind I pray be so

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