Knut.
He ran at me swinging his axe; I meant but to defend myself, and struck the death-blow unawares.
Erik.
Many here saw all that befell.
Knut.
Lady Margit, crave what fine you will. I am ready to pay it.
Margit.
I crave naught. God will judge us all. Yet stay—one thing I require. Forgo your evil design upon my sister.
Knut.
Never again shall I essay to redeem my baleful pledge. From this day onward I am a better man. Yet would I fain escape dishonourable punishment for my deed. [To Gudmund.] Should you be restored to favour and place again, say a good word for me to the King!
Gudmund.
I? Ere the sun sets, I must have left the country.
[Astonishment amongst the Guests. Erik in whispers, explains the situation.
Margit.
[To Gudmund.] You go? And Signë with you?
