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King Skule.
There lies a life-time between. Every fair memory from those days have I wasted and let slip
Ingeborg.
It was your right.
King Skule.
And meantime you, Ingeborg, loving, faithful woman, have dwelt there in the north, guarding and treasuring your memories, in ice-cold loneliness!
Ingeborg.
It was my happiness.
King Skule.
And I could give you up to win might and riches! With you at my side, as my wife, I had found it easier to be a king.
Ingeborg.
God has been good to me in willing it otherwise. A soul like mine had need of a great sin, to arouse it to remorse and expiation.
King Skule.
And now you come?
Ingeborg.
As Andres Skialdarband's widow.
King Skule.
Your husband is dead!
Ingeborg.
On the way from Jerusalem.
