(She throws the shreds of the
veil on the glowing embers: they
waft to ashes with a brief high flare. She
goes to JOFRID.)
There’s
one of you
That holds her head in a bird’s
sideways fashion:
I know that reach o’ the chin.—What’s
under thy hair?—
(She fixes JOFRID with her knee, and lifts her hair.)
Pfui,’tis not hair, but sopped and rotting moss—
A thief, a thief indeed.—And twice a thief.
She has no ears. Keep thy hooked fingers still
While thou art here, for if I miss a mouthful
Thou shalt miss all thy nose. Get up, get up;
I’ll lodge ye with the mares.
JOFRID (starting
up)
Three
men, three men,
Three men have wived you, and for all
you gave them
Paid with three blows upon a cheek once
kissed—
To every man a blow—and the
last blow
All the land knows was won by thieving
food....
Yea, Gunnar is ended by the theft and
the thief.
Is it not told that when you first grew
tall,
A false rare girl, Hrut your own kinsman
said,
“I know not whence thief’s
eyes entered our blood.”
You have more ears, yet are you not my
sister?
Our evil vagrant heart is deeper in you.
HALLGERD (snatching
the distaff from BIARTEY)
Out and be gone, be gone. Lie with
the mountains,
Smother among the thunder; stale dew mould
you.
Outstrip the hound, or he shall so embrace
you....
BIARTEY
Now is all done ... all done ... and all
your deed.
She broke the thread, and it shall not
join again.
Spindle, spindle, the coiling weft shall
dwindle;
Leap on the fire and burn, for all is
done.
(She casts the spindle upon the
fire, and stretches her hands
toward it.)
HALLGERD (attacking them with
the distaff)
Into the night.... Dissolve....
BIARTEY (as the three rush
toward the door)
Sisters, away:
Leave the woman to her smouldering beauty,
Leave the fire that’s kinder than the woman,
Leave the roof-tree ere it falls. It falls.
(GUDFINN joins her. Each time HALLGERD flags they turn as they chant, and point at her.) We shall cry no more in the high rock-places, We are gone from the night, the winds and the clouds are empty: Soon the man in the West shall receive our message.
(JOFRID’S voice joins the other voices.)
Men reject us, yet their house is unstable.
The slayers’ hands are warm—the
sound of their riding
Reached us down the ages, ever approaching.
HALLGERD (at
the same time, her voice high over theirs)
Pack, ye rag-heaps—or I’ll
unravel you.
THE THREE (continuously)
House that spurns us, woe shall come upon
you:
Death shall hollow you. Now we curse
the woman—
May all the woes smite her till she can
feel them.
Shall we not roost in her bower yet?
Woe! Woe!