[Merrily.] And when Dagfinn the Peasant and the men-at-arms set a strong night-watch on the King’s ship, saying that the King was unsafe in the Earl’s ward?
Håkon.
[Seriously.] Those days are old and forgotten.
Dagfinn.
[Approaching.] Now may we sound the call to the weapon-sports on the green, if so please you, my lord.
Håkon.
Good. To-day will we give up to nought but merriment; to-morrow we must turn our thoughts again to the Ribbungs and the Earl of Orkney.
Bishop Nicholas.
Ay, he denies to pay tribute, is it not so?
Håkon.