ORNULF. Nay, it is the dead men's home-faring.
EGIL (with a shriek). Mother is with them!
DAGNY. All good spirits!
GUNNAR. Child, what say'st thou?
EGIL. There--in front--on the black horse! Father, father!
(EGIL clings in terror to his father; a short pause; the storm
passes over, the clouds part, the moon shines peacefully on
the scene.)
GUNNAR (in quiet sorrow). Now is Hiordis surely dead!
ORNULF. So it must be, Gunnar;--and my vengeance was rather against
her than thee. Dear has this meeting been to both of us;---- ----
there is my hand; be there peace between us!
GUNNAR. Thanks, Ornulf! And now aboard; I sail with thee to Iceland.
ORNULF. Ay, to Iceland! Long will it be ere our forth-faring is
forgotten.
Weapon wielding warrior's meeting,
woeful by the northern seaboard,
still shall live in song and saga
while our stem endure in Iceland.