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Page 32
_Jorun_.--That prophecy shall not come true, in case you really should
suffer a sudden death now. Come into the church, deacon, and shrive me
and my husband.
_Sigurd_.--Come along with us into the church, Helgi Skaftason! For it
is the last refuge of every man.
_Helgi_.--I want to have my food, and no consecrated host! And when I
am done eating it is better I should see how the watches are kept. Never
forget those masses, deacon!
(_All depart. After a little while_ KALF _and_ THORGEIR _poke their
heads in and enter, when they see that the room is empty_.)
_Kalf_.--Nobody here; come now, we are going to play.
_Thorgeir_.--Yes, play great, big men!
_Kalf_.--Father is going to fight against Kolbein the Young now, and
Broddi with him. Will you be Broddi?
_Thorgeir_.--No, I want to be papa!
_Kalf_.--Then you want to be what I wanted to be; so I shall be Kolbein
the Young. So, now let's begin.
_Thorgeir_.--Yes, and I am papa.
_Kalf_.--Now first we have got to fight one another.
_Thorgeir_.--No. Because I am papa!
_Kalf_ (_commands_).--Draw up your forces in battle array, Brand
Kolbeinsson! Come now, Geiri, and play with me; we must fight now!
_Thorgeir_.--You are out of your mind! Why do you want to rush at me? I
who am father? (_Kneels down in the background, folding his hands over
his breast, looking down and moving his lips_.)
_Kalf_.--Why, don't you remember that I am Kolbein the Young? Now the
battle begins! (_Commanding_.) Order your troops, Brand Kolbeinsson!
Defend yourself! Are you running and hiding yourself now, Brand
Kolbeinsson?
_Thorgeir_.--No, I am in church and saying my prayers.
_Kalf_.--I shall teach you saying prayers when you are to fight with
me! (_Angrily_.) Now I am dragging you out of church, Brand Kolbeinsson.
(_Grasps him and drags him out to the middle of the floor_. THORGEIR
_remains on his knees_.) There, now you have got out of church!
_Thorgeir_.--No, papa is still in the church!
_Kalf_.--Now you are out of it! Cut off his head, Helgi Skaftason!
(_Grasps_ THORGEIR _by his shoulder and lifts up his other hand_.)
_Thorgeir_ (_still kneeling_).--Are you out of your mind? Do you want
to kill me, who am papa--and I--while I am in church,--and--and--and
I--while I am saying my prayers?
_Kalf_ (_lifting up his hand_).--Cut off his head, Helgi Skaftason!
_Thorgeir_ (_as before, weeping_).--Mamma! Mamma! Mamma!
_Kalf_ (_stamping, with commanding voice_).--Cut off his head, Helgi
Skaftason! (_Enter_ JORUN. THORGEIR _is weeping_.)
_Jorun_.--What are you doing there, boys? Why are you crying, Thorgeir?
_Kalf_.--We are playing here.
_Thorgeir_ (_tearfully_).--He wants to cut my head off,--I who am papa,
and in church, and praying.
_Kalf_.--Yes, and I was Kolbein the Young, and wanted to have Helgi
Skaftason behead him--just in play.
_Jorun_.--Don't cry any more, my boy. (_Caresses_ THORGEIR.) And you,
Kalf, do you want to have your father beheaded in your game? No more
such games! (_Slaps_ KALF.)
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