KING. That was granted Engelbrecht, too, and his reward was the axe that split his head.[5] Is that to be my reward, too?
OLAVUS. I don't think so, your Highness, but it depends on yourself.
KING. What am I to do?
OLAVUS. What you advised me to do when I was carried away by the zeal of my youth.
KING. And you think it necessary to return that advice to me now?
OLAVUS. Why not? I have learned from life, and you have forgotten.
KING. What am I to do?
OLAVUS. Answer Dacke's letter.
KING. Never! Am I to bow down to a vagabond?
OLAVUS. The Lord sometimes uses mere vagabonds for our humiliation. Picture it to yourself as an ordeal by fire.