The Monk.
The Archbishop forbade it; but none the less we would fain serve King Skule; we have ever held to him. See, we have brought with us robes of our Order for you and your men; put them on, and then can you easily make your way into one convent or another, and can seek to gain grace of Håkon.
King Skule.
Ay, let me put on the robe; my son and I must stand on consecrated ground. I will to Elgesæter.
Peter.
[Softly, to Paul Flida.] See that my father comes safely thither.
Paul Flida.
Bethink you that there are Birchlegs at Elgesæter.
Peter.
But four men; you may easily deal with them, and once inside the convent walls they will not dare to touch you. I will seek Bård Bratte.