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Paul Flida.
King Olaf's shrine!
Bård Bratte.
Ay, by Heaven—there it stands!
King Skule.
The monks are true to me; so good a deed have they never done before!
Paul Flida.
Hark! the call to the folkmote!
King Skule.
Now shall lawful homage be done to me.
Peter.
[Enters from the right.] Take on you the kingly mantle; now stands the shrine out yonder.
King Skule.
Then have you saved the kingdom for me and for yourself; and tenfold will we thank the pious monks for yielding.
Peter.
The monks, father—you have nought to thank them for.
King Skule
'Twas not they that helped you?
Peter.
They laid the ban of the Church on whoever should dare to touch the holy thing.
