[Shrinks behind the curtain.] No homage——! No king!
Paul Flida.
’Twas a dire mischance that the shrine was not brought forth when you were chosen.
Bård Bratte.
Should the townsfolk desert us, we cannot hold Nidaros if the Birchlegs come.
King Skule.
And they will desert us, so long as homage has not been done to me on the Saint’s shrine.
Peter.
Then let the shrine be brought forth, and take our homage now!
Paul Flida.