Would no man suffice?
Jatgeir.
You would have to search long for such a man.
King Skule.
[Suddenly.] Will you be that man to me, Jatgeir? Will you be a son to me? You shall have Norway’s crown to your heritage—the whole land shall be yours, if you will be a son to me, and live for my life-work, and believe in me.
Jatgeir.
And what should be my warranty that I did not feign——?
King Skule.
Give up your calling in life; sing no more songs, and then will I believe you!
Jatgeir.