[To those nearest him.] The heaviest task is yet before me; she is a loving daughter;—listen—no word to her of the danger that threatens her child. Swear to me, one and all, to keep ward over your King’s son; but let her know nothing.
The Men.
[Softly.] We swear it.
Margrete.
[Enters, with ladies and attendants, from the right.] Håkon, my husband! Heaven has shielded you; you have conquered and are unhurt!
Håkon.
Yes, I have conquered. Where is the child?
Margrete.
On board the King’s ship, in the hands of trusty men.
Håkon.