voice cried: "We have him!"All the lights went out!
Håkon.
Bishop Nicholas is even now dead.
The Monks.
[Fleeing to the right.] Pater noster—Pater noster Håkon. [Approaches Skule, and says in a low voice.] Duke, I will not question what secret counsel you were hatching with the Bishop ere he died;—but from to-morrow must you give up your powers and dignities into my hands; I see clearly now that we two cannot go forward together. Duke Skule. [Looks at him absently.] Go forward together? Håkon. To-morrow I hold an Assembly in the Palace; then must all things be made clear between us. [Goes out to the right.
Duke Skule.
The Bishop dead and the letter burnt! A life full of doubt and strife and dread! Oh, could I but pray!—No—I must act; this evening must the stride be taken, once for all! [To Viliam.] Whither went the King?
Sira Viliam.
[Terrified.] Christ save me,—what would you with him?
