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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