Lady Ragnhild.
[To Margrete.] And this man of blood have you followed in faith and love! Are you your father's child? May the wrath of heaven ! Go from me, go from me!
Margrete.
Blessed be your lips, although now they curse me.
Lady Ragnhild.
I must down to Nidaros and into the church to find King Skule. He sent me from him when he sat victorious on the throne; then, truly, he had no need of me—now will he not be wroth if I come to him. Open the gate for me; let me go to Nidaros!
Margrete.
My mother, for God's pity's sake
![A loud knocking at the convent gate.
Dagfinn.
Who knocks?
King Skule.
[Without.] A king.
Dagfinn.
Skule Bårdsson.
Lady Ragnhild.
King Skule.
Margrete.
My father!
King Skule
Open, open!
Dagfinn.
We open not here to outlaws.