ods. The
masts of two war-ships can be seen down in the cove. Far out to
the right, the ocean, dotted with reefs and rocky islands; the sea
is running high; it is a stormy snow-grey winter day.)

(SIGURD comes up from the ships; he is clad in a white tunic with a
silver belt, a blue cloak, cross-gartered hose, untanned shoes, and
a steel cap; at his side hangs a short sword. ORNULF comes in sight
immediately afterwards, up among the rocks, clad in a dark lamb-skin
tunic with a breastplate and greaves, woollen stockings, and untanned
shoes; over his shoulders he has a cloak of brown frieze, with the
hood drawn over his steel cap, so that his face is partly hidden.
He is very tall, and massively built, with a long white beard, but
somewhat bowed by age; his weapons are a round shield, sword, and
spear.

SIGURD (enters first, looks around, sees the boat-shed, goes quickly
up to it, and tries to burst open the door.)

ORNULF (appears among the rocks, starts on seeing SIGURD, seems to
recognise him, descends and cries:) Give place, Viking!

SIGURD (turns, lays his hand on his sword, and answers:) 'Twere the
first time if I did!

ORNULF. Thou shalt and must! I have need of the shelter for my
stiff-frozen men.

SIGURD. Then must outlaws be highly prized in Helgeland!

ORNULF. Dearly shalt thou aby that word!

SIGURD. Now will it go ill with thee, old man!

(ORNULF rushes upon him; SIGURD defends himself.)
(DAGNY and some of SIGURD'S men come up from the strand; Ornulf's
six sons appear on the rocks to the right.)

DAGNY (who is a little in front, clad in a red kirtle, blue cloak,
and fur hood, calls down to the ships:) Up, all Sigurd's men! My
husband is fighting with a stranger!

ORNULF'S SONS. Help for Ornulf! (They descend.)

SIGURD (to his men). Hold! I can master him alone!

ORNULF (to his sons). Let me fight in peace! (Rushes in upon
SIGURD.) I will see thy blood!

SIGURD. First see thine own! (Wounds him in the arm so that his
spear falls.)

ORNULF. A stout stroke, Viking!
Swift the sword thou swingest,
keen thy blows and biting;
Sigurd's self, the Stalwart,
stood before thee shame-struck.

SIGURD (smiling). Then were his shame his glory!

ORNULF'S SONS (with a cry of wonder). Sigurd himself! Sigurd
the Strong!

ORNULF. But sharper was thy stroke that night thou didst bear away
Dagny