Paul Flida.
Be sure Håkon will break sanctuary, when 'tis Vårbælgs he pursues.
King Skule.
That will he not; God will shield him from such a sin;—God always shields Håkon.
Paul Flida.
[In deep and sorrowful wrath.] To hear you speak thus, a man could not but ask: Who is king in this land?
King Skule.
[Smiling mournfully.] Ay, Paul Flida, that is the great question: <g>Who</g> is king in this land?
Paul Flida.
[Imploringly.] You are soul-sick to-night, my lord; let me act for you.
King Skule.
Ay, ay, do so.
Paul Flida.
[Going.] First will I break down all the bridges.
King Skule.
Madman! Stay!—Break down all the bridges! Know you what that means? I have assayed it;—beware of that!
Paul Flida.
What would you then, my lord?
King Skule.
I will talk with Håkon.