Bård Bratte
And when you come in such wise to Nidaros, I scare think the monks will deny to move St. Olaf’s shrine out to the mote-stead, as they did in the autumn, when we swore allegiance.
King Skule.
The shrine shall out; I will bear my kingship in all ways lawfully.
Jatgeir.
And I promise you to sing a great death-song, when you have slain the Sleeper.
[An outburst of laughter among the men.
King Skule.
The Sleeper?
Jatgeir.