King Skule.
There lies a life-time between. Every fair memory from those days have I wasted and let slip——
Ingeborg.
It was your right.
King Skule.
And meantime you, Ingeborg, loving, faithful woman, have dwelt there in the north, guarding and treasuring your memories, in ice-cold loneliness!
Ingeborg.
It was my happiness.
King Skule.
And I could give you up to win might and riches! With you at my side, as my wife, I had found it easier to be a king.