King Skule.
Broken down——! All the bridges broken, say you?
Paul Flida.
Had you broken them down at Oslo, you might have let them stand at Nidaros.
King Skule.
We must over the river none the less;—we have our lives and our souls to save! To flight! To flight!
[He and Peter rush out to the left.
Bård Bratte.
Ay, better so than to fall at the hands of the townfolk and the Birchlegs.
Paul Flida.