Paul Flida.
Every moment is precious! [Seizes his hand.] King Skule, let us break down all the bridges, fight like Wolves,[[40]] and trust in Heaven!
King Skule.
[Softly.] Heaven trusts not in me; I dare not trust in Heaven.
Paul Flida.
Short has been the saga of the Vargbælgs.
[Goes out by the back.
King Skule.
A hundred cunning heads, a thousand mighty arms, are at my beck; but not a single loving, trusting heart. That is kingly beggary; no more, no less.
Bård Bratte.