A plenteous harvest is ripening for him that reaps in the darkness. Every woman in Norway will have but one task now—to kneel in church and cloister, and pray both day and night.
Håkon.
[Shaken.] Is it prophecy or soul-sickness that speaks thus?
Sigrid.
Farewell, my brother—we shall meet once more.
Earl Skule.
[Involuntarily.] When?
Sigrid.
[Softly.] When you take the crown; in the hour of danger,—when you are fain of me in your direst need.
[Goes out to the right, with Margrete, Lady Ragnhild, and the women.