[Pointing off over the wall to the right.] There comes the Duke’s standard!
Gregorius Jonsson.
The Duke himself! He rides his white war-horse.
Dagfinn.
We must hinder his passage through the gate here!
Håkon.
Wind the horn, wind the horn! [The Hornblower does so.] You blew better, you whelp, when you blew for money on Bergen wharf.
[The Hornblower winds another blast, louder than the first; many men come rushing in.
A Vårbælg.
[From the right, fleeing towards the church, pursued by a Birchleg.] Spare my life! Spare my life!