[Suppressed laughter amongst the King’s men; the conversation is continued in a low tone; presently a man comes in and whispers to Gregorius Jonsson.
Bishop Nicholas.
Then I move here, and you have lost.
Earl Skule.
So it would seem.
Bishop Nicholas.
[Leaning back in his chair.] You did not guard the king well at the last.
Earl Skule.
[Strews the pieces topsy-turvy and rises.] I have long been weary of guarding kings.
Gregorius Jonsson.