Sigurd.
The White God is mine; King Æthelstan taught me to know him; it is to <g>him</g> I go.
Hiördis.
[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. I thank thee, Hiördis;—now am I so light and free. [Dies.
Hiördis.
[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.
[Örnulf, Dagny, Gunnar, with Egil, gradually followed by Sigurd's and Örnulf's men, enter from the right.
Örnulf.
[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 blood and strife—and the storm;—hark, hark!
