gS James Christian Lindberg 



As Grif assured us, kept her strong devotion 

 And in an unknown cave hath hid him. There 

 Plis slave has murdered him. 



Olaf. Hast thou beheld 



His corpse, and art thou sure it is himself? 



GriMn. Aye, sir! Himself this time and not his cloak; 

 He lies death-pale, his blood still oozing forth 

 From out his wound. 



Olaf. Peace keep his soul in death ! 



Nov\^ take the corpse where first it lay, where thou 

 Didst find it, Grif. His death atones for all. 

 My wrath is quenched. Poor woman, loving, true! 

 Give back to her his honored dust. The slave 

 Who thus betrayed his master, his reward 

 Is death. 



Gri-ffin. ]\Iy lord, it shall be done. 



Olaf. [Descending.'] And now 



Away to Hlade, come! Who follows me? 



Bergthor. The whole of Norway, sir! 



Olaf. 'Tis well; you all 



Shall be my guests. The day doth promise us 

 A friendly night. The horns shall pass from bench 

 To bench in Throndhiem's merry grove ; the wine 

 Shall flow to Olaf's welcome. 



The Mass of People. Hail the King! 



[Clashing of arms. Olaf goes, all following.] 



Scene V 



The Underground Cave 



The lamp still burns. Two men enter with a black coffin. They 

 place it in the center of the vault and then pass out again. Thora enters 

 slowly with a drawn sword and a large wreath of evergreens. She stands 

 for some time looking at the coffin and at length says : 



Thora. At last, my Hakon Jarl, thou art enshrined! 

 And here at Thora's shrine — that I had not 

 Foreseen. May peace be with thy weary bones 

 Within the grave. If thou hast sinned, thou'st paid 



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