Bishop Nicholas.
[More loudly.] And mayhap not king-born after all.
Earl Skule.
[Turns suddenly, in strong excitement, and seizes the Bishop by the arm.] Trond the Priest’s confession—where is it?
Bishop Nicholas.
He sent it to me from England ere he died; I know not by whom—and it never reached me.
Earl Skule.
But it must be found!
Bishop Nicholas.
I doubt not but it may.