Peter.
Think not of me; ’tis you alone that are to be thought of. Let us make for Indherred; there all men are true to you!
King Skule.
Ay, to flight! Follow me, whoso would save his life!
Bård Bratte.
What way?
King Skule.
Over the bridge!
Paul Flida.
All bridges are broken down, my lord.