When so many good men counsel as one, the counsel must be good; yet will we not talk now of that matter. But one promise I will make: each of my men shall inherit the weapons and harness, and gold and silver, of whichever one of the enemy he slays; and each man shall succeed to the dignities of him he lays low. He who slays a baron shall himself be a baron; he who slays a thane, shall receive his thaneship; and all they who already hold such dignities and offices, shall be rewarded after other kingly sort.
The Men.
[Spring up in wild delight.] Hail, hail, King Skule! Lead us against the Birchlegs!
Bård Bratte.
Now are you sure to conquer in all battles.
Paul Flida.
I claim Dagfinn the Peasant for myself; he owns a good sword that I have long hankered after.
Bård Bratte.
I will have Bård Torsteinsson’s hauberk; it saved his life at Låka, for it withstands both cut and thrust.
Jatgeir.