(Points towards the left.)
DAGNY. Ay, there goes a fearsome storm over the sea!
SIGURD (going up a little towards the background). Hm, there will
fall hard hailstones in that storm. (Shouts.) Who comes?
KARE THE PEASANT (without on the left). Folk thou wot'st of, Sigurd
Viking!
(KARE THE PEASANT, with a band of armed men, enters from the left.)
SIGURD. Whither would ye?
KARE. To Gunnar's hall.
SIGURD. As foemen?
KARE. Ay, trust me for that! Thou didst hinder me before; but now
I ween thou wilt scarce do the like.
SIGURD. Maybe not.
KARE. I have heard of thy challenge to Gunnar; but if things go to
my mind, weak will be his weapons when the time comes for your meeting.
SIGURD. 'Tis venturesome work thou goest about; take heed for
thyself, Peasant!
KARE (with defiant laughter). Leave that to me; if thou wilt tackle
thy ship to-night, we will give thee light for the task!--Come, all
my men; here goes the way.
(They go off to the right, at the back.)
DAGNY. Sigurd, Sigurd, this misdeed must thou hinder.
SIGURD (goes quickly to the door of the hut, and calls in). Up from
the board, Ornulf; take vengeance on Kare the Peasant.
ORNULF (comes out, with the rest). Kare the Peasant--where is he?
SIGURD. He is making for Gunnar's hall to burn it over their heads.
ORNULF. Ha-ha--let him do as he will; so shall I be avenged on
Gunnar and Hiordis, and afterwards I can deal with Kare.
SIGURD. Ay, that rede avails not; wouldst thou strike at Kare,
thou must seek him out to-night; for when his misdeed is done, he
will take to the mountains. I have challenged Gunnar to single
combat; him thou hast safely enough, unless I myself--but no matter.--
To-night he must be shielded from his foes; it would ill befit thee
to let such a dastard as Kare rob thee of thy revenge.
ORNULF. Thou say'st truly. To-night will I shield the slayer of
Thorolf; but to-morrow he must die.
SIGURD. He or I--doubt not of that!
ORNULF. Come then, to take vengeance for Ornulf's sons.
(He goes out with his men by the back, to the right.)
SIGURD. Dagny, do thou follow them;--I must bide here; for the
rumour of the combat is already abroad, and I may not meet Gunnar
ere the time comes. But thou--do thou keep rein on thy father; he
must go honourably to work; in Gunnar's hall there are many women;
no harm must befall Hiordis or the rest.
DAGNY. Yes, I will follow them. Thou hast a kind thought even for
Hiordis; I thank thee.
SIGURD. Go, go, Dagny!
DAGNY. I go; but be thou at ease as to Hiordis; she has gilded
armour in her bower, and will know how to shield herself.
SIGURD. That deem I too; but go thou nevertheless; guide thy
father's course; watch over all--and over Gunnar's wife!
DAGNY. Trust to me. Farewell, till we meet again.
(She follows the others.)
SIGURD. 'Tis the first time, foster-brother, that I stand weaponless
whilst thou art in danger. (Listens.) I hear shouts and sword-strokes;
--they are already at the hall. (Goes towards the right, but stops and
recoils in astonishment.) Hiordis! Comes she hither!
(HIORDIS enters, clad in a short scarlet kirtle, with gilded armour:
helmet, hauberk, arm-plates, and greaves. Her hair is flying
loose; at her back hangs a quiver, and at her belt a small shield.
She has in her hand the bow strung with her hair.)
HIORDIS (hastily looking behind her, as though in dread of something
pursuing her, goes close up to SIGURD, seizes him by the arm, and
whispers:) Sigurd, Sigurd, canst thou see it?
SIGURD. What? Where ?
HIORDIS. The wolf there--close behind me; it does not move; it
glares at me with its two red eyes. It is my wraith,[1], Sigurd!
Three times has it appeared to me; that bodes that I shall surely
die to-night!
[1] The word "wraith" is here used in an obviously inexact sense;
but the wraith seemed to be the nearest equivalent in English
mythology to the Scandinavian "fylgie," an attendant spirit, often
regarded as a sort of emanation from the person it accompanied, and
sometimes (as in this case) typifying that person's moral attributes.
SIGURD. Hiordis, Hiordis!
HIORDIS. It has sunk into the earth! Yes, yes, now it has warned me.
SIGURD. Thou art sick; come, go in with me.
HIORDIS. Nay, here will I bide; I have but little time left.
SIGURD. What has befallen thee?
HIORDIS. What has befallen? That know I not; but true was it what
thou said'st to-day, that Gunnar and Dagny stand between us; we must
away from them and from life: then can we be together!
SIGURD. We? Ha, thou meanest----!
HIORDIS (with dignity). I have been homeless in this world from that
day thou didst take another to wife. That was ill done of thee! All
good gifts may a man give his faithful friend--all, save the woman he
loves; for if he do that, he rends the Norn's secret web, and two lives
are wrecked. An unerring voice within me tells me I came into the
world that my strong soul might cheer and sustain thee through heavy
days, and that thou wast born to the end I might find in _one_ man
all that seemed to me great and noble; for this I know Sigurd--had we
two held together, thou hadst become more famous than all others, and
I happier.
SIGURD. It avails not now to mourn. Thinkest thou it is a merry
life that awaits me? To be by Dagny's side day be day, and feign a
love my heart shrinks from? Yet so it must be; it cannot be altered.
HIORDIS (in a growing frenzy). It _shall_ be altered! We must out
of this life, both of us! Seest thou this bow-string? With it can I
surely hit my mark; for I have crooned fair sorceries over it! (Places
an arrow in the bow, which is strung.) Hark! hearest thou that rushing
in the air? It is the dead men's ride to Nalhal: I have bewitched
them hither;--we two will join them in their ride!
SIGURD (shrinking back). Hiordis, Hiordis--I fear thee!
HIORDIS (not heeding him). Our fate no power can alter now! Oh, 'tis
better so than if thou hadst wedded me here in this life--if I had
sat in thy homestead weaving linen and wool for thee and bearing thee
children--pah!
SIGURD. Hold, hold! Thy sorcery has been too strong for thee; thou
art soul-sick, Hiordis! (Horror-struck.) Ha, see--see! Gunnar's hall--
it is burning!
HIORDIS. Let it burn, let it burn! The cloud-hall up yonder is
loftier than Gunnar's rafter-roof!
SIGURD. But Egil, thy son--they are slaying him!
HIORDIS. Let him die--my shame dies with him!
SIGURD. And Gunnar--they are taking thy husband's life!
HIORDIS. What care I! A better husband shall I follow home this
night! Ay, Sigurd, so must it be; here on this earth is no happiness
for me. The White God is coming northward; him will I not meet; the
old gods are strong no longer;--they sleep, they sit half shadow-
high;--with them will we strive! Out of this life, Sigurd; I will
enthrone thee king in heaven, and I will sit at thy side. (The storm
bursts wildly.) Hark, hark, here comes our company! Canst see the
black steeds galloping?--one is for me and one for thee. (Draws the
arrow to her ear and shoots.) Away, then, on thy last ride home!
SIGURD. Well aimed, Hiordis!
(He falls.)
HIORDIS (jubilant, rushes up to him). Sigurd, my brother,--now art
thou mine at last!
SIGURD. Now less than ever. Here our ways part; for I am a
Christian man.
HIORDIS (appalled). Thou----! Ha, no, no!
SIGURD. The White God is mine; King AEthelstan taught me to know
him; it is to him I go.
HIORDIS (in despair). And I----! (Drops her bow.) Woe! woe!
SIGURD. Heavy has my life been from the hour I tore thee out of my
own heart and gave thee to Gunnar. Thanks, Hiordis;--now am I so light
and free.
(Dies.)
HIORDIS (quietly). Dead! Then truly have I brought my soul to wreck!
(The storm increases; she breaks forth wildly.) They come! I have
bewitched them hither! No, no! I will not go with you! I will not ride
without Sigurd! It avails not--they see me; they laugh and beckon to
me; they spur their horses! (Rushes out to the edge of the cliff at
the back.) They are upon me;--and no shelter no hiding- place! Ay,
mayhap at the bottom of the sea!
(She casts herself over.)
(ORNULF, DAGNY, GUNNAR, with EGIL, followed by SIGURD'S and
ORNULF'S men, gradually enter from the right.)
ORNULF (turning towards the grave-mound). Now may ye sleep in peace;
for ye lie not unavenged.
DAGNY (entering). Father, father--I die of fear--all that bloody
strife--and the storm;--hark, hark!
GUNNAR (carrying EGIL). Peace, and shelter for my child!
ORNULF. Gunnar!
GUNNAR. Ay, Ornulf, my homestead is burnt and my men are slain; I
am in thy power; do with me what thou wilt!
ORNULF. That Sigurd must look to. But in, under roof! It is not
safe out here.
DAGNY. Ay, in, in! (Goes towards the boat-house, catches sight of
SIGURD'S body, and shrieks.) Sigurd, my husband!--They have slain him!
(Throwing herself upon him.)
ORNULF (rushes up). Sigurd!
GUNNAR (sets EGIL down). Sigurd dead!
DAGNY (looks despairingly at the men, who surround the body). No,
no, it is not so;--he must be alive! (Catches sight of the bow.) Ha,
what is that? (Rises.)
ORNULF. Daughter, it is as first thou saidst--Sigurd is slain.
GUNNAR (as if seized by a sudden thought). And Hiordis!--Has Hiordis
been here?
DAGNY (softly and with self-control). I know not; but this I know,
that her bow has been here.
GUNNAR. Ay, I thought as much!
DAGNY. Hush, hush! (To herself.) So bitterly did she hate him!
GUNNAR (aside). She has slain him--the night before the combat; then
she loved me after all.
(A thrill of dread runs through the whole group; ASGARDSREIEN--the
ride of the fallen heroes to Valhal--hurtles through the air.)
EGIL (in terror). Father! See, see!
GUNNAR. What is it?
EGIL. Up there--all the black horses----!