[About to go.
Bishop Nicholas.
[Stops him.] Andres Skialdarband is an ugly neighbour; be not cowed by him.
Vegard Væradal.
No one has yet cowed Vegard Væradal. [Goes.
Bishop Nicholas.
[Following.] Be as rock and flint to Andres Skialdarband,—and, while I think on’t, take my blessing with you.
Ivar Bodde.
[Who has been waiting behind the King with the parchments in his hand.] Here are the letters, my lord.
Håkon.