[Within.] I am sick, Paul Flida.
Paul Flida.
What else can you look for? You have eaten nought these two days; you must nourish and strengthen you——
King Skule.
I am sick.
Paul Flida.
By the Almighty, ’tis no time for sickness. King Håkon lies out in the fiord, and may at any time be upon us here in Nidaros.
King Skule.
Strike him down for me! Slay him and the King-child.
Paul Flida.