Our fate no power can alter now! Oh, 'tis
better so than if thou hadst wedded me here in this life--if I had
sat in thy homestead weaving linen and wool for thee and bearing thee
children--pah!
SIGURD. Hold, hold! Thy sorcery has been too strong for thee; thou
art soul-sick, Hiordis! (Horror-struck.) Ha, see--see! Gunnar's hall--
it is burning!
HIORDIS. Let it burn, let it burn! The cloud-hall up yonder is
loftier than Gunnar's rafter-roof!
SIGURD. But Egil, thy son--they are slaying him!
HIORDIS. Let him die--my shame dies with him!
SIGURD. And Gunnar--they are taking thy husband's life!
HIORDIS. What care I! A better husband shall I follow home this
night! Ay, Sigurd, so must it be; here on this earth is no happiness
for me. The White God is coming northward; him will I not meet; the
old gods are strong no longer;--they sleep, they sit half shadow-
high;--with them will we strive! Out of this life, Sigurd; I will
enthrone thee king in heaven, and I will sit at thy side. (The storm
bursts wildly.) Hark, hark, here comes our company! Canst see the
black steeds galloping?--one is for me and one for thee. (Draws the
arrow to her ear and shoots.) Away, then, on thy last ride home!
SIGURD. Well aimed, Hiordis!
(He falls.)
HIORDIS (jubilant, rushes up to him). Sigurd, my brother,--now art
thou mine at last!
SIGURD.
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