Behold they cast him forth! Egil is banned! Who fights with Egil now? YORUL I, master! ONE OF EGIL’S MEN Fly! he is accurst. [The men hesitate; then all—except twelve, including Yorul, who step into the circle—depart fearfully.] THE TWELVE Hail, Egil! [The folk cry out; some go from the scene, others into the temple.] EGIL [Seizing up with both hands the silver bowl.] Hail, liegemen! Twelve and one, we are enough To vow ourselves to vengeance ’gainst the world. A pledge, here! Ho, a pledge to groom and bride! Drink pledge with me, in Odin’s altar blood. Thordis and vengeance! Hail! THE TWELVE
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