Ivar Bodde.
[Seizing Håkon by the arm.] Pray to the Lord thy God, Håkon Håkonsson.
Håkon.
No need; I am sure of him.
[The singing in the church grows louder; all uncover; many fall upon their knees and pray.
Gregorius Jonsson.
[To the Earl.] A solemn hour for you and for many!
Earl Skule.
[Looking anxiously towards the church.] A solemn hour for Norway.
Paul Flida.