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Lady Ragnhild.
Who will be master in this hall to-morrow?
Margrete.
Oh, hush! So heavy a day I had never thought to see.
Lady Ragnhild.
It had to be; to rule in another's name was no full work for him.
Margrete.
Ay, it had to be; <g>he</g> could never rest content with but the name of king.
Lady Ragnhild.
Of whom speak you?
Margrete.
Of Håkon.
Lady Ragnhild.
I spoke of the Earl.
Margrete.
There breathe not nobler men than they two.
Lady Ragnhild.
See you Sigurd Ribbung? With what a look of evil cunning he sits there—like a wolf in chains.
Margrete.
Ay, see!—He folds his hands before him on his sword-hilt and rests his chin upon them.
Lady Ragnhild.
He bites his beard and laughs
