many hundreds, though, took to their heels nevermore,
for they lay and were icily chill there.
No man knows where King Håkon hideth;—
King Skule stands safe at the helm.
All hail and long life to thee, lord, in thy state
as King of all Norway’s realm!
Skule’s Men.
[Spring up with loud jubilation, hold goblets and beakers aloft, clash their weapons, and repeat:
All hail and long life to thee, lord, in thy state as King of all Norway’s realm!
King Skule.