Bishop Nicholas.
No longer? Not until the very end?
Sira Viliam.
You will not sin to-night, my lord!
Bishop Nicholas.
Who can tell——? Take the golden goblet Bishop Absalon left me—give it to the Church— and say seven high masses more.
Sira Viliam.
God will be gracious to you, my lord!
Bishop Nicholas.
Seven more masses, I say—for sins I may commit to-night! Go, go! [Viliam goes; the Bishop turns to Skule.] Duke, if you should come to read Trond the Priest’s letter, and it should mayhap prove that Håkon is the rightful king—what would you do then?