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_Sigurd_ (_takes_ THOROLF'S _ring off his arm and gives it to
him_).--But let me have it back at once!
_Einar_ (_weighs the rings. As soon as_ SIGURD _looks away he exchanges
the rings; handing_ SIGURD _the other_).--Thank you, deacon. Here is
your ring! I am astonished that a priest should wear so precious a piece
of gold on his arm.
_Sigurd_.--This ring is not my own. (_Puts it on_.)
_Einar_.--I did not know that. Farewell, friends! (_Exit_.)
_Helgi Skaftason_ (_approaches closely to_ DEACON SIGURD).--I dreamed
last night that I stood out of doors and looked up at the sky, and I
thought I saw streams of blood run over all the sky. And down below
on earth shone flames that licked up to the vault of heaven from all
directions.
_Sigurd_.--You became aware in your sleep that the hut was burning about
you.
_Helgi_.--No! I dreamed this dream three times, and awoke each time and
never became aware of the fire. The end of the dream was most terrible
and always the same.
_Sigurd_.--And what was the end of it?
_Helgi_.--Meseemed Thorolf Bjarnason drowned me in blood, and then I
awoke and thought I was in hell.
_Sigurd_.--Put no faith in that hellish dream. You dreamed about the end
of the world.
_Helgi_.--Yes, my world is at an end. The eyes of Lady Helga marked me
for death, when I dried the blade of my axe on the fringes of her veil.
_Sigurd_.--That was indeed a most unfortunate act!
_Helgi_.--Thorolf had been her lover for many years.
_Sigurd_.--I do not know about that. I am not her father confessor.
_Sigurd_.--No. She has the father devil as father confessor, but not
you.
_Sigurd_.--You speak ill of so great a lady.
_Helgi_.--And I shall have to sell my life and salvation as dearly as I
ever may. (_Sobs_.) Help me, deacon, I sink, I sink!
_Sigurd_ (_taking his ring off his arm_).--Take this ring! And ride at
once to Flugumyr and give it to Lady Helga, with this last message from
Thorolf Bjarnason that you shall have peace for life and limb, although
you have slain him.
_Helgi_.--That ring? That is the ring of Einar the Rich!
_Sigurd_.--Ah, the wretch stole the right ring, and now he has ridden
away! Holy Mother of God, then I know not what to do for you!
_Helgi_ (_close to him, as before_).--I shall not live more than three
days, and then I shall awake in the place I dreamed of. Deacon, as sure
as you want to be saved yourself, read masses for my soul when I am
dead.
_Sigurd_.--I shall, depend on it. It may be your dream signifies the
fall of that chieftain whom you shall harm most. I dreamed (BRAND
_and_ JORUN _appear behind them_), that night when I lodged at Sauda--I
dreamed three times in succession that Brand Kolbeinsson stood at my
bedside and said, 'Domine Jesu Christe, accipe spiritum meum!'
_Helgi_.--And what mean these words?
_Sigurd_.--My Lord Jesus Christ, receive thou my soul!
_Jorun_ (_throwing her arms about_ BRAND).--Never let such dreams
trouble you, my dear husband. (_The others are startled by her words_.)
_Brand_.--Thorolf prophesied to me that I would not have a priest near
me when I was put to death.
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