The Birchlegs have conquered!
Håkon.
What way?
The Birchleg.
Past Martestokke, up towards Eidsvold; most of them had horses waiting up in the streets, else had not one escaped with his life.
Håkon.
Thanks be to God that has helped us yet again! Now may the Queen safely come ashore from the fleet.
Gregorius Jonsson.
[Points off to the right.] She has already landed, my lord; there she comes!
Håkon.