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The Man.
[Shakes his head.]
My word
Would then not utter what I heard.
Brand.
<g>Half! Half!</g> It was the <g>whole</g> she meant!
The Man.
Maybe; but she spoke loud and high;
And I don't easily forget.
Brand.
[Seizes his arm.]
Before God's Judgment, will you yet
Dare to attest she spoke it?
The Man.
Ay.
Brand.
[Firmly.]
Go, tell her, this reply was sent:
"Nor priest shall come, nor sacrament."
The Man.
[Looking at him doubtfully.]
You surely have not understood
It is your Mother that appeals.
Brand.
I know no law that sternlier deals
With strangers than with kindred blood.
The Man.
A hard word, that.