[1] Bragi, the god of poetry and eloquence.
[2] See note, p. 175 [The "Nornir" were the Fates of northern
mythology.]
[3] Suttung was a giant who kept guard over the magic mead of
poetical inspiration.
(He draws a deep breath, throws back the hair from his brow, and
says calmly:)
So--so; now is Ornulf sound and strong again. (To the men.) Follow
me to the supper-board, lads; we have had a heavy day's work!
(Goes with the men into the boat-house.)
DAGNY. Praised be the Mighty Ones on high that gave me so good a
rede. (To SIGURD.) Wilt thou not go in?
SIGURD. Nay, I list not to. Tell me, are all things ready for
to-morrow?
DAGNY. They are; a silk-sewn shroud lies on the bench; but I know
full surely that thou wilt hold thee against Gunnar, so I have not
wept over it.
SIGURD. Grant all good powers, that thou may'st never weep for my
sake. (He stops and looks out.)
DAGNY. What art thou listening to?
SIGURD. Hear'st thou nought--_there?_
(Points towards the left.)
DAGNY. Ay, there goes a fearsome storm over the sea!
SIGURD (going up a little towards the background). Hm, there will
fall hard hailstones in that storm. (Shouts.) Who comes?
KARE THE PEASANT (without on the left). Folk thou wot'st of, Sigurd
Viking!
(KARE THE PEASANT, with a band of armed men, enters from the left.
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