_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.