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EINAR THE RICH, of Vik
HELGI, priest at Holar
ILLUGI, the blind beggar
BOY LEADING ILLUGI
JARNGRIM
Followers of Thorolf Bjarnason, of Brand, and of Kolbein Arnorsson.
People of Holar in Hjaltadel.
The scene is laid in the district of Skagafirth, in the North of
Iceland. The action takes place during the winter previous to the battle
of Hunafloi, 1244 A.D.
ACT I
SCENE I
(_So-called 'Little Hall' in_ BRAND'S _manor-house at Reynistad. Enter
the_ DEACON SIGURD, THOROLF BJARNASON, ALF OF GROF, _and_ EINAR THE
RICH, _of Vik_.)
_Deacon Sigurd_.--Thorolf, Lady Jorun bade you wait here until her
husband comes.
_Thorolf_.--Where is Brand Kolbeinsson? I bear a message for him from my
Lord Kolbein the Young.
_Sigurd_.--Why comes he not himself?
_Alf_.--Kolbein is nigh unto d----
_Thorolf_.--Are you garrulous again, Alf?
_Sigurd_.--He lies sick with his wound, I ween.
_Thorolf and Alf_ (_remain silent_).
_Einar the Rich_ (_aside_).--That news I ought to bring secretly to
Thord Kakali.
_Thorolf_.--Why will Lady Jorun not speak to her guests?
_Sigurd_.--She bade me say that she had seen you last, Thorolf
Bjarnason, at such business that she cares not to see you any more.
_Thorolf_ (_laughs_).--Last I saw her at the slaying of Kalf
Guttormsson, her father, and of Guttorm, her brother.
_Sigurd_.--Much good reason has my lady if she cares to see you no more.
_Einar_.--You are the man who most egged on to the deed, that father and
son should be slain.
_Thorolf_.--No, Ur�kja it was, the son of Snorri Sturlason. A most
useful deed it was. Ever since Kolbein's men have obeyed his commands
without gainsaying.
_Einar_.--More useful still, I suppose you think that you snatched from
out of Kalf's hands the crucifix he held when kneeling to receive the
mortal stroke.
_Thorolf_.--His blood would have spurted on the cross, had it been held
so near. (_Wrathfully_.) And likewise would I do to you, Einar the
Rich, if Kolbein struck off your head. Your wife is a kinswoman of Thord
Kakali, and dreamt have I that you will find an earlier grave than will
I.
_Einar_.--An evil business it is to threaten me with death. No one knows
who will be buried first. A faithful follower of Kolbein I have been.
_Thorolf_.--'Scarce shall I trust you,
Troll, quoth Haustkoll.'
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