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_Jarngrim_.--Never would Botolf admit me to church if he knew who I am.
_Thorolf_.--Give some of your property to the church for absolution.
_Jarngrim_.--The temples of the White God have taken possession of all
my goods, except my horse and my hawks,--we four still journey together.
_Thorolf_.--Become my follower and accompany me to Eyafirth, if Kolbein
the Young dies.
_Jarngrim_.--Kolbein the Young will not die. But to be your man,
Thorolf, I care not, because you pursue your ends to excess, small means
as you have. It will never end well.
_Thorolf_.--How can you know that, you who are ignorant of all?
_Jarngrim_.--An old man knows that a man's character is his destiny.
_Thorolf_.--Go then and serve Kolbein the Young if he lives.
_Jarngrim_.--Oft was I a follower of Kolbein.
_Thorolf_.--How may that be, then, that I know you not?
_Jarngrim_.--The haughty heed not though they see a sage. Most men knew
me in former times, but few know me now. Small has become the number of
my friends.
_Thorolf_.--Now I recognize you, friend. I saw you in the battle of
Orlygsstad, when you stood over the corpse of Sighvat Sturluson.
_Jarngrim_.--A great friend of mine was Sighvat.
_Thorolf_.--And a short time ago, when you stood over the body of Tumi
Sighvatsson, at Reykholar. You turned your back to the church. And
whither are you journeying now?
_Jarngrim_.--Thither where tidings are near. Whenever I come down the
mountain side there arises tumult in the valleys; wherever I remain all
day great battles are fought. The Norns have decreed all that. But now
men say that the White God is about to come from the south, with great
splendor, and that he will bring with him peace. I ween it will prove a
lie.
_Thorolf_.--Decreed by the Norns! You must be an old man?
_Jarngrim_.--I was Ingolf's the First Settler's pilot on his journey to
Iceland.
_Thorolf_.--I am not a book-learned man; yet must you, then, be
exceedingly old and yet are not gray-haired.
_Jarngrim_.--I and my likes grow not gray.
_Thorolf_.--Will you tell me where I am?
_Jarngrim_.--This is the cave by Kolbein's stream.
_Thorolf_ (_shudders_).--I have heard it mentioned! But what do you
here?
_Jarngrim_.--I gather shields for my roof.
_Thorolf_.--Shields?
_Jarngrim_.--Those that drop from the hands of men slain in battle.
_Thorolf_ (_in fear and wrath_).--You plunder the dead!
_Jarngrim_.--Mine are all the slain!
_Thorolf_.--Are you Woden, then, the father of all devils? (_Draws his
sword and strikes at him, but the blow strikes the roof of the cave_.)
_Jarngrim_ (_who has not stirred while the blow was struck_).--Rarely
avails the blow which is struck too high.
_Thorolf_ (_holds his shield before his body, with his sword behind it,
and peers under the hood of_ JARNGRIM).--You startled not!
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