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Thorolf.
Let me go! But beware both thou and Hiördis; for my father has now in his power one whom ye hold dearest of all!
Hiördis.
[Starting.] Thy father has!
Gunnar.
[With a cry.] What sayest thou?
Sigurd.
[Vehemently.] Where is Örnulf?
Thorolf.
[With mocking laughter.] Gone southward—with my brothers.
Gunnar.
Southward!
Hiördis.
[Shrieking.] Gunnar! Örnulf has slain Egil, our son.
Gunnar.
Slain!—Egil slain! Then woe to Örnulf and all his race! Thorolf, speak out;—is this true?
Sigurd.
Gunnar, Gunnar—hear me!
Gunnar.
Speak out, if thou care for thy life!
Thorolf.
Thou canst not fright me! Wait till my father
