says he will carve me a ship with many, many warriors aboard.
Örnulf.
I praise all good wights that Thorolf came not with us; for if he too—nay, strong though I be, <g>that</g> had been too heavy for me to bear. But why comes he not? He was ever the first to meet his father; for to both of us it seemed we could not live apart a single day.
Gunnar.
Örnulf, Örnulf!
Örnulf.
[With growing uneasiness.] Ye stand all silent, I mark it now. What ails you? Where is Thorolf?
Dagny.
Sigurd, Sigurd—this will be the sorest blow to him!
Gunnar.
[Struggling with himself.] Old man!—Noand yet, it cannot be hid
Örnulf.
[Vehemently.] My son! Where is he?
Gunnar.
Thorolf is slain!
Örnulf.
Slain! Thorolf? Thorolf? Ha, thou liest!
Gunnar.
I would give my warmest heart-blood to know him alive!
