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Page 36
_Broddi_.--I should like, if I might, strike one great blow, before
going to Rome with your father.
_Kalf_.--And let that blow become far famed, Broddi!
(JORUN _leads the boys out. They go to the door. Some depart_.)
_Jorun_.--Have you nothing to say to me, my husband, before going?
_Brand_.--Do not weep when I am gone. (_They embrace each other
closely_.) Make our sons love peace! And always think that I have said
that to you which you most wish I had said to you.
(_All except_ DEACON SIGURD _and_ JORUN _leave_.)
_Jorun_.--Now I declare myself in league with the holy queen Maria, as
did Guttorm, my brother, before he was slain! (_Approaches_ SIGURD.) I
shall travel with you to Flugumyr to try whether I may save the life of
my husband.
_Broddi_.--What may a woman effect in such a great feud? It will be a
most perilous journey. Who knows what may happen there!
_Jorun_.--The life of my husband is more precious to me than my own. But
I need a man's clothes, deacon, and then let us ride after the others.
Lend me the garments of your son who died when half grown. Permit me to
wear them on the journey, so that no one may recognize me at Flugumyr.
_Sigurd_ (_drying a tear_).--You are welcome to the boy's clothes.
_Jorun_.--And that you will have to promise me, deacon, to let no one
know who I am, whatever happen.
_Sigurd_ (_hands her a key, wiping off a tear_).--I promise it. The
boy's clothes lie in my chest under my vestments. Take them and may they
help you, Lady Jorun, you blessed woman!
_Jorun_.--There is still more to do, deacon. While I get myself ready,
you are to tell the stewardess that she is to give the servant girls and
men servants the food they choose to have, and as much and as good food
as if it were prepared for a banquet.
_Sigurd_.--It does not seem to me, though, as if any festival were at
hand this evening.
_Jorun_.--Do as I bid you! Probable it is that this will be the last
time that I have prepared food for my servants. (_She takes the crucifix
from her neck, hangs it upon a chair and kneels down before the
cross_. DEACON SIGURD _looks at her awhile, then leaves the room in all
stillness_.)
(_Curtain_)
ACT V
(_The 'Great Hall' at Flugumyr, with raised seats along both walls and
a dais at the gable end. The entrance door is at the right, in the side
wall towards_ _the background. The upper part of the walls is draped
with hangings, the lower part with shields hung up. Along the side walls
are benches; two high seats in the foreground on either side; in front
of the higher one a little table. In the middle of the dais is the seat
of_ LADY HELGA, _with benches behind it. The evening candles are lit on
all sides_.) (HELGA _and_ SALVOR.)
_Helga_.--You do well to take a part of the domestic work off my
shoulders.
_Salvor_.--You have been very kind to me, Lady Helga.
_Helga_.--To-morrow early I need breakfast for five hundred men.
_Salvor_.--All hands are at work, lady!
_Helga_.--To-morrow the chieftains are to do battle; have you bandages
enough, ready? A good physician is worth half an army.
_Salvor_.--There will not be any want of bandages. (_She embraces_
HELGA, _half weeping_.) Let the chieftains make peace, lady!
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