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en they were all laid to rest, and earth and stones piled over them--then the sorrow seized him; then seemed it of a sudden as though his fire were quenched. Tell me, Sigurd, when thinkest thou to fare homeward to Iceland?
SIGURD.
So soon as the storm abates, and my dealings with Gunnar are ended.
DAGNY.
And then wilt thou buy land and build thee a homestead, and go a-viking no more?
SIGURD.
Yes, yes,--that have I promised thee.
DAGNY.
And I may believe without doubt that Hi?rdis spoke falsely when she said that I was unworthy to be thy wife?
SIGURD.
Yes yes, Dagny, trust thou to my word.
DAGNY.
SIGURD.
Nay, Dagny, wouldst thou have things go well with us, never do thou speak Hi?rdis' name when once we are at home in Iceland.
DAGNY.
Unjust is thy hatred towards her. Sigurd, Sigurd, it is little like thee.
ONE OF THE MEN.
There now, the mound is finished.
?RNULF.
SIGURD.
Now speak to him, Dagny.
DAGNY.
Father, it is cold out here; the storm is rising with the night.
?RNULF.
Nay, never heed it; the mound is close-heaped and crannyless; they lie warm in there.
DAGNY.
?RNULF.
I? I am not cold.
DAGNY.
Nought hast thou eaten to-day; wilt thou not go in? The supper-board stands ready.
?RNULF.
Let the supper-board stand; I have no hunger.
DAGNY.
But to sit here so still--trust me, thou wilt take hurt of it; thou art ever wont to be stirring.
?RNULF.
May be so; there is somewhat that crushes my breast; I cannot draw breath.
What should I do there? Nay, I will to my sons.
DAGNY.
Father!
?RNULF.
Go in and let me sit here; when the storm has played with me for a night or two, the game will be over, I ween.
SIGURD.
Thou canst not think to deal thus with thyself.
?RNULF.
Dost marvel that I fain would rest? My day's work is done; I have laid my sons in their grave-mound. Go from me!--Go, go!
Let him sit yet awhile.
DAGNY.
Nay, I have one rede yet untried;--I know him. Thy day's work done, say'st thou? Nay, that it is not. Thou hast laid thy sons in the grave;--but art thou not a skald? It is meet that thou should'st sing their memory.
?RNULF.
Sing? Nay, nay; yesterday I could sing; I am too old to-day.
DAGNY.
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