as his head sits fast on his shoulders. Share with him! I will have no peace in my coffin, I will rise again, if you <g>two</g> share not the kingdom! Neither of you shall add the other's height to his own stature. If that befell, there would be a giant in the land, and here shall no giant be; for I was never a giant!
[Sinks back exhausted on the couch.
Duke Skule.
[Falls on his knees beside the couch and cries to Håkon.] Summon help! For God's pity's sake; the Bishop must not die yet!
Bishop Nicholas.
How it waxes dusk before my eyes!—King, for the last time—will you share with the Duke?
Håkon.
Not a shred will I let slip of that which God gave me.
Bishop Nicholas.
Well and good. [Softly.] Your faith, at least, you shall let slip. [Calls.] Viliam!
Duke Skule.
[Softly.] The letter! The letter!
Bishop Nicholas.
[Not listening to him.] Viliam! [Viliam enters; the Bishop draws him close down to him and whispers.] When I received the Extreme Unction, all my sins were forgiven me?
Sira Viliam.
All your sins from your birth, till the moment you received the Unction.
