that the last day is come. Ay, by the Almighty, this shall be ended at one stroke!
Paul Flida.
What are your commands?
King Skule.
All the bridges shall be broken down
Paul Flida.
Go, and let all the bridges be broken.
[One of the Men-at-arms goes out to the
right.
King Skule.
Gather all our men upon the foreshore; not one Birchleg shall set foot in Nidaros.
Paul Flida.
Well spoken, King.
King Skule.
When the shrine is borne forth, let the horn sound to the folkmote. The host and the towns-*folk shall be called together.
Paul Flida.
[To one of the men.] Go forth and bid the hornblower wind his horn in all the streets.
[The man goes.
King Skule.
[Addresses the people from the window.] Hold fast to me, all my sorrowing people. There shall come peace and light over the land once more, as in Håkon's first glad days, when the fields yielded two harvests every summer. Hold fast
