Örnulf.
Gunnar's?
Sigurd.
Then hast thou done him some wrong!
Kåre.
I have done myself right. Our cattle grazed together upon an island, hard by the coast; Gunnar's men carried off my best oxen, and one of them flouted me for a thrall. Then I raised my sword against him and slew him.
Örnulf.
That was a lawful deed.
Kåre.
But this morning his men came in arms against me. By good hap I heard of their coming, and fled; but my foemen are on my tracks, and short shrift can I look for at their hands.
Sigurd.
Ill can I believe thee, peasant! In bygone days I knew Gunnar as I know myself, and this I wot, that never did he wrong to a peaceful man.
Kåre.
Gunnar has no part in this wrong-doing; he is in the southland; nay, it is Hiördis his wife
Dagny.
Hiördis!
Örnulf.
[To himself.] Ay, ay, 'tis like her!
