A Voice.
Aim not, spare not;—strike them where ye can
King Skule's Voice.
'Tis base to deal thus with chieftains.
[A short noise of weapons; then a heavy fall
is heard; all is still for a moment.
A Voice.
They are dead, both of them!
[The King's horn sounds.
Another Voice.
There comes King Håkon with all his guard!
The Crowd.
Hail Håkon Håkonsson; now have you no longer any foemen.
Gregorius Jonsson.
[Stops a little before the corpses.] So I have come too late!
[Enters the convent yard.
Dagfinn.
It had been ill for Norway had you come sooner. [Calls out.] In here, King Håkon!
Håkon.
[Stopping.] The body lies in my way!
Dagfinn.
If Håkon Håkonsson would go forward, he must pass over Skule Bårdsson's body!
Håkon.
In God's name then!
[Steps over the corpse and comes in.
