_Broddi_.--Let us go then! (_Enter_ JORUN _with_ KALF _and_ THORGEIR.) _Jorun_.--Say farewell to your father, my boys! He intends to start on the longest journey in this world. _Kalf_ (_going up to his father_).--Do you mean to go to war now, father? _Brand_ (_lifts him up and kisses him_).--Your mother said I intended to start on the longest journey in this world. _Kalf_.--Then you intend to start out to Rome. That I do not mean to do, once I am a chieftain. (BRAND _sets him down on the floor again_.) _Brand_.--It may be that I come to Rome; but that Rome lies high aloft. (KALF _goes up to_ BRODDI.) Now you come to me, Thorgeir! (THORGEIR _goes up to him. He takes him on his lap_.) Don't weep, my little boy, if I be late returning to-morrow. _Thorgeir_.--Don't go away from me, father! Let the others go to war, but you remain at home yourself! _Brand_.--No, I cannot stay here; if I remain here there will be fighting here and killing of men; but if I go I shall return with peace. _Thorgeir_.--Oh yes! Peace is good, let me have it when you return, so I can put it into my toy box. I will not break it at all. _Broddi_.--The boy is right. All the peace that now exists in Iceland may be put into a linen chest. _Brand_ (_kisses the boy and sets him down_).--Yes, keep it well, my boy. If you obtain it you will never have to start out on the journey that I now must take. _Kalf_.--You are not going to Rome, Broddi? _Broddi_.--No. Not just now! _Kalf_.--You are going to war, Broddi! I wish I were grown up, too! _Broddi_.--I should like, if I might, strike one great blow, before going to Rome with your father. _Kalf_.--And let that blow become far famed, Broddi! (JORUN _leads the boys out. They go to the door. Some depart_.) _Jorun_.--Have you nothing to say to me, my husband, before going? _Brand_.--Do not weep when I am gone. (_They embrace each other closely_.) Make our sons love peace! And always think that I have said that to you which you most wish I had said to you. (_All except_ DEACON SIGURD _and_ JORUN _leave_.) _Jorun_.--Now I declare myself in league with the holy queen Maria, as did Guttorm, my brother, before he was slain! (_Approaches_ SIGURD.) I shall travel with you to Flugumyr to try whether I may save the life of my husband. _Broddi_.--What may a woman effect in such a great feud? It will be a most perilous journey. Who knows what may happen there! _Jorun_.--The life of my husband is more precious to me than my own. But I need a man's clothes, deacon, and then let us ride after the others. Lend me the garments of your son who died when half grown. Permit me to wear them on the journey, so that no one may recognize me at Flugumyr. _Sigurd_ (_drying a tear_).--You are welcome to the boy's clothes. _Jorun_.--And that you will have to promise me, deacon, to let no one know who I am, whatever happen.