King Skule.
Tidings?
Paul Flida.
A man who comes from down the fiord brings news that the Birchlegs in Tunsberg have launched their ships, and that many men have gathered in the town in these last days.
King Skule.
Good, we will go forth to meet them—to-morrow or the day after.
Paul Flida.
It might chance, my lord King, that the Birchlegs had a mind to meet us first.
King Skule.
They have not ships enough for that, nor men.