No, there were but few men in the boat.
The First.
We will arm us as best we can. Oh, now are we townsfolk safe enough! Let no man know what we are about; we are enough for the task!—And now, away to Elgesæter.
All.
[Softly.] Ay, away to Elgesæter!
[They go out to the left, rapidly but cautiously.
A fir-wood on the hills above Nidaros. It is moonlight, but the night is misty, so that the background is seen indistinctly, and sometimes scarcely at all. Tree-stumps and great boulders lie round about. King Skule, Peter, Paul Flida, Bård Bratte, and other Vårbælgs come through the wood from the left.
Peter.
Come hither and rest you, my father.