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im from the roof. Leave him up there and he can bay both armies, While the whole dance goes merrily before us And we can warm our hearts at such a flare. RANNVEIG (_turning both ways, while HALLGERD watches her gleefully_) Gunnar, my son, my son! What shall I do? (ORMILD _enters from the left, white and with her hand to her side, and walking as one sick._) HALLGERD Bah--here's a bleached assault.... RANNVEIG Oh, lonesome thing, To be forgot and left in such a night. What is there now--are terrors surging still? ORMILD I know not what has gone: when the men came I hid in the far cowhouse. I think I swooned.... And then I followed the shadow. Who is dead? RANNVEIG Go to the bower: the women will care for you. (ORMILD _totters up the hall from pillar to pillar._) ASTRID (_entering by the dais door_) Now they have found the weather-ropes and lashed them Over the carven ends of the beams outside: They bear on them, they tighten them with levers, And soon they'll tear the high roof off the hall. GUNNAR Get back and bolt the women into the bower. (ASTRID _takes_ ORMILD, _who has just reached her, and goes out with her by the dais door, which closes after them._) Hallgerd, go in: I shall be here thereafter. HALLGERD I will not stir. Your mother had best go in. RANNVEIG How shall I stir? VOICES (_outside and gathering volume_) Ai.... Ai.... Reach harder.... Ai.... GUNNAR Stand clear, stand clear--it moves. THE VOICES It moves.... Ai, ai.... (_The whole roof slides down rumblingly, disappearing with a crash behind the watt of the house. All is dark above. Fine snow sifts down now and then to the end of the play._) GUNNAR (_handling his bow_) The wind has changed: 'tis coming on to snow. The harvesters will hurry in to-morrow. (THORBRAND THORLEIKSSON _appears above the wall-top a little past_ GUNNAR, _and, reaching noiselessly with a sword, cuts_ GUNNAR'S _bowstring._) GUNNAR (_dropping the bow and seizing his bill_) Ay, Thorbrand, is it thou? That's a rare blade, To shear through hemp and gut.... Let your wife have it
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