I love—I love thee!

[He bites her hand. Screaming, she draws away from

him and clings to the dwarf.]

THORDIS

Arfi!

ARFI

[Facing Egil.]

Brother!

WULDOR

Blood! He hath bit her hand. Ho, sacrilege!

EGIL

The maid is mine.

ARFI

The maid is Odin’s.

ROLF

[Seizing Yorul’s arm, points at Egil.]

See!

His eyes grow small and blaze!

YORUL

He is possessed;

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