Peter.
To my mother?
Bishop Nicholas.
You must get you northward with it to Halogaland. I have written to her touching a great and weighty matter; tidings have come from your father.
Peter.
He is fighting as a soldier of God in the Holy Land. Should he fall there, he falls on hallowed ground; for there every foot’s-breadth of earth is sacred. I commend him to God in all my prayers.
Bishop Nicholas.
Is Andres Skialdarband dear to you?
Peter.
He is an honourable man; but there lives another man whose greatness my mother, as it were, fostered and nourished me withal.