Peter.
They laid the ban of the Church on whoever should dare to touch the holy thing.
King Skule.
The Archbishop then! At last he gives way.
Peter.
The Archbishop hurled forth direr curses than the monks.
King Skule.
Ah, then I see that I still have trusty men. You here, who should have been the first to serve me, stood terrified and shrank back—but down in the crowd have I friends who for my sake fear not to take so great a sin upon their souls.
Peter.
You have not one trusty man who dared to take the sin upon him.