_Helga_.--But little you know the mind of my husband, Broddi, if you think he will let his men lie dead by his house and unatoned. You, Asbjorn, and you, men of Thorolf's, lay now his body upon my sleigh. I intend to bring Kolbein the Young, his friend. Very likely I shall have to dress his bloody locks. But that shall I say to you all that Kolbein the Young is almost quite well again, and may be able to wear mail even to-morrow. (_All are startled and become alarmed_.) _Alf_.--Loose sits my head on its shoulders! _Helga_ (_smiling_).--You will do well to hold it fast with both your hands, Alf of Grof. (_Aside to_ SALVOR.) Lend me your arm! My eyes grow dim! (_Exeunt_ HELGA, SALVOR, _and_ ASBJORN, _the two men of_ THOROLF. HELGA _walks away like a queen, smiling, and saluting to both sides. Silence_.) _Helgi Skaftason_ (_leaning on his axe_).--But a short while will the hand rejoice over the blow. _Broddi_.--She smiled rather too often, the queen of the Northlanders! _Sigurd_.--We shall be dead men, all of us, before seven suns have set, unless we bethink ourselves of some counsel. _Brand_.--Give us some counsel, Broddi, or else my kinsman Kolbein will set our women busy dressing bloody locks also. _Broddi_.--We have but little choice. Let us collect as many men as we may. I myself hope to collect two hundred men, for all the men of Sletthlid and Fljot are at home now, building boats. Yourself ought to be able to collect one hundred. All this troop we shall let come together at Holar and occupy the stronghold there, until more men come together. We would then have three hundred men, while Kolbein has no more than one hundred, because three hundred of his men have been sent west to guard Vididal and Vatnsdal. Then we shall march upon Flugumyr as fast as possible before he has had time to recall these men. There we shall inform him that we are come to seek composition. _Brand_.--But, first of all, we must be absolved for the murder of Thorolf, so that men will not refuse our company and deal with us. _Broddi_.--A pity that we need to, because it will delay us, and meanwhile Lady Helga will inform Kolbein about Thorolf's death and egg him on against us. To Holar, then! _Einar_ (_aside_).--Thord Kakali ought to know about this in good time. (_Exeunt all except_ BRODDI _and_ BRAND, _who remain after_.) _Brand_.--When think you, Broddi, that all this slaughtering and warring will cease? _Broddi_.--When all the world has become a wilderness again! (_Exeunt_.) _Curtain_. ACT III (_The Cathedral at Holar. High altar in the center, and over it Christ on the Cross, an image of white alabaster, with bloody hands and feet and side, life-size. To either side, in the aisles, altars of the Virgin, splendid with images. On the floor of the aisle the tombstone of Bishop Gudmund Arason, surmounted by a statue of the bishop in his sacerdotal vestments, recumbent. Doors at both sides. The spectator is supposed to sit in the pews_.)