Hark to the war-cry! Skule is gathering his men behind the churchyard.
An Old Townsman.
[Calls from his porch, to Håkon.] Take heed for yourself, dear my lord; the Vargbælgs are fierce, now they are fighting for life.
Håkon.
Is it you, old Guthorm Erlendsson? You have fought both for my father and for my grandfather.
The Townsman.
Would to God I could fight for you as well.
Håkon.
For that you are too old, and there is no need; men pour in upon me from all sides.
Dagfinn.