Inga.
It was Trond’s wish. I owe him great thanks since the time he fostered Håkon. It was told me that you were sick; therefore I set forth at once; I have come hither on foot——
Bishop Nicholas.
There was no such haste, Inga!
Dagfinn the Peasant enters from the right.
Dagfinn.
God’s peace, my honoured lord!
Bishop Nicholas.
Comes the King?
Dagfinn.