Some god afflicts him.

[With a gesture of fury, Egil rushes upon Arfi.]

EGIL

Mine!

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INGIMUND

[Stays him.]

The maid is Arfi’s,

For she herself hath chosen him.

ARFI

[Quietly.]

A clout,

To stanch the blood.

WULDOR

[As Arfi binds her hand, gazes on Thordis,

whose eyes have closed.]

O fair beyond this world!

EGIL

[Clutching the air, in passion for coherence.]

A rape! a rape! Thordis for Egil!

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