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Page 13
_Many_.--Yes, let us brandish weapons!
_Broddi_ (_mounting a rock_).--We, Alf of Grof, Broddi Thorleifsson,
Einar the Rich, and all who are here, excepting only Brand Kolbeinsson,
agree, and brandish our weapons in confirmation of our purpose, that we
shall not part from one another, and share a common fate, until we shall
have brought from life to death Thorolf Bjarnason.
(_All, except_ BRAND, _lift their weapons and strike their shields with
their swords_.)
_Brand_.--And remember then, Broddi, what you promised me!
_Broddi_.--We all who are assembled here promise and brandish our
weapons in confirmation thereof, to aid Brand Kolbeinsson to gain
dominion over Skagafirth and west as far as Hrutafirth, after the death
of Kolbein the Young; he on his part promises to support us with all his
might in the action against us for the killing of Thorolf Bjarnason.
(_All raise their weapons and clash them against their shields_, BRAND
_likewise_.)
_Sigurd_.--The weather has been clearing up this while.
_Broddi_.--Who will now seek the way and go before us?
_Brand_.--Alf Gudmundsson of Grof. (_They depart_.)
(_The stage is empty for a while, the snow begins to fall and drift
again. Of a sudden_, JARNGRIM _is seen to stand in the cave. He has a
spear in his hand and is tall and of strong frame. He wears a wide cloak
with the hood down over his eyes. He has a long beard. As soon as he
appears two ravens settle over the mouth of the cave and disappear with
him_.[A])
[Footnote A: In Norse mythology Woden (Odin) is represented as one-eyed.
Else, his attributes are those described here.]
_Jarngrim_ (_leans on his spear and calls out_).--Thorolf!
_Thorolf_ (_from without_).--All's well, companions, I heard a human
voice! (_Silence_.)
_Jarngrim_.--Thorolf!
_Thorolf_ (_from without_).--Where are you?
_Jarngrim_.--Here!
_Thorolf_ (_and two others enter_.. THOROLF'S _men never see_ JARNGRIM.
_They kindle a fire forthwith_).--What is your name, friend?
_Jarngrim_.--Jarngrim I am called.
_Thorolf_.--We have lost our way. Will you allow me to sit down at the
fire?
_Jarngrim_.--There is a plenty of dry fuel in the cave.
(THOROLF'S _men have been kindling the fire which burns up brightly_.
JARNGRIM _nods to_ THOROLF.)
_Jarngrim_.--This eve we shall drink mead together!
_Thorolf_.--And no houses hereabouts? (_With arising suspicion_.) How
many are there of you?
_Jarngrim_.--Never have I had a companion, except my horse and two
hawks.
_Thorolf_ (_points to the ravens, mockingly_).--Your hawks are of a
black color, likely; they are sitting there near enough to you.
_Jarngrim_.--Near they sit to me, whenever good prey is near.
_Thorolf_.--Who has made you an outlaw?
_Jarngrim_.--The White Christ.
_Thorolf_.--Excommunicated then you are! Bishop Botolf will absolve you
if you confess to him your troubles.
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