[Shaking his head.] How should that be possible?
Peter.
Is aught impossible, where he is concerned? Sound the call for the folkmote, and bring forth the shrine!
Several of the Men.
[Shrinking back.] Sacrilege!
Peter.
No sacrilege!—Come, come! The monks are well disposed towards King Skule; they will agree——
Paul Flida.
That will they not; they dare not, for the Archbishop.
Peter.