_Sigurd_.--Spoken like a man, Brand Kolbeinsson! (_Exit_ JORUN.)
_Broddi_.--We have sworn to each other not to separate before that this our cause was entirely brought to an end; now I see your highmindedness, Brand Kolbeinsson, as I have seen it before. The bishop has torn from under me my trust in the fort. Hence I shall take that council to fare to Flugumyr with you, whilst I maintain that it is entirely doubtful as yet who is to die, Kolbein the Young, Brand, or I; but that I think sure, also, that short time will pass between the death of any one of us three.
_Alf_.--Let all of us go to Flugumyr and surrender to Kolbein. Will you not go with us, Helgi Skaftason?
_Helgi_.--No one can escape his fate. I shall do what Brand does. But it is certain death for me!
_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?
_Kalf_.--You are going to war, Broddi! I wish I were grown up, too!