Poet Lore, Volume XXIV, Number IV, 1912 by Various


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_Botolf_.--You will be welcome to use them, Broddi.

_Brand_.--In still another matter give me assistance, sir bishop! During
the hostilities that have lasted all these years a certain man who was
being led to execution summoned me before the tribunal of God.

_Botolf_.--For that the Church knows no other help than a general
indulgence and your living the rest of your natural life in peace.

_Brand_.--In peace? How is that possible now?

_Botolf_.--Blessed peace! when will you descend upon this blood-stained
earth?

_Broddi_ (_smiling_).--You must call out louder, my lord, to do some
good! The blessed peace has been stricken with deafness these times.

_Botolf_.--Oh wicked mockery!

_Broddi_.--Wicked indeed, if it were not true.

(_The cleric_ HELGI _enters quickly_.)

_Helgi_.--Kolbein the Young is riding toward Holar at this moment, with
a hundred men.

_Alf_.--Let us flee to the mountains.

_Broddi_.--Let us wait for my brother-in-law Kolbein at this spot.

_Alf_.--He will have us dragged out of the church and killed.

_Broddi_.--I shall not flee with my shield on my back.

_Brand_.--No, friend Broddi, we shall not part as yet. (_Seizes hold of_
BRODDI, _whom they drag out by force between them_.)

_Broddi_.--Why run away thus? I care not when I die.

(BRAND _and his eleven companions depart, together with_ KOLBEIN
KALDALJOS.)

_Helgi_.--Now they will offer you violence, my lord.

_Botolf_.--I expect no harm from Kolbein the Young, no wrong have I
done in this land, but only what all may thank me for, and that is to
reconcile the chieftains.

_Helgi_.--But it was in your presence that Gizur betrayed Ur�kja at the
bridge over the White River.

_Botolf_.--But Kolbein released Ur�kja again!

_Helgi_.--Much do you say in defence of Kolbein the Young; the enemy of
our sainted Bishop Gudmund Arason, my father-brother. Now the blessed
bishop has revealed himself to me in a dream and announced that at this
very hour he would make known his glory and power, right here in the
church, through a miracle on Illugi, a wretched blind man. I wish much
that Kolbein should behold it, so that he might repent of his ill deeds
against this holy man. A miraculum magnum will come to pass!

_Botolf_.--Nothing, indeed, would so much allay Kolbein's violence as
the holiness of Bishop Gudmund becoming apparent. It would make him
ready for reconciliation, should he behold that he used ill so great a
saint. But are you so very sure that the see of Holar really possessed
such a holy man in Bishop Gudmund?

_Helgi_.--Most certainly, indeed! (_Exit_.)

_Botolf_ (_alone_).--Bishop Gudmund a saint? Notwithstanding all the
slayings and destruction that followed in his wake? Bishop Gudmund a
saint, hm! He who used to speak a blessing over mad dogs, with his hands
uplifted! Bishop Gudmund a saint, hm! Well, then would the church indeed
be victorious over Kolbein the Young and his men.

(_Enter_ KOLBEIN THE YOUNG, HAF, _and_ ASBJORN. _They salute the bishop,
who returns their greetings_.)

_Kolbein_.--I have come hither, sir bishop, to confer with you.

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