Håkon enters from the right with his Standard-bearer, Gregorius Jonsson, Dagfinn the Peasant, and several other men.
Dagfinn.
Hark to the war-cry! Skule is gathering his men behind the churchyard.
An Old Townsman.
[Calls from his porch, to Håkon.] Take heed for yourself, dear my lord; the Vargbælgs are fierce, now they are fighting for life.
Håkon.
Is it you, old Guthorm Erlendsson? You have fought both for my father and for my grandfather
The Townsman.
Would to God I could fight for you as well.
Håkon.
For that you are too old, and there is no need; men pour in upon me from all sides.
Dagfinn.
[Pointing off over the wall to the right.] There comes the Duke's standard!
Gregorius Jonsson.
The Duke himself! He rides his white war-*horse.
Dagfinn.
We must hinder his passage through the gate here!
