[Near the Earl.] Now is the glowing iron in her hands.
Dagfinn.
[Beside Håkon.] They are coming down the nave.
Ivar Bodde.
Christ protect thy tender hands, Inga, mother of the King!
Håkon.
Surely all my life shall reward her for this hour.
Earl Skule.
[Who has been listening intently, breaks out suddenly.] Did she cry out? Has she let the iron fall?
Paul Flida.