Hear me, ye Birchlegs! ’Tis Håkon Håkonsson that should lie before the altar, and beseech King Skule for life and peace.
A Birchleg.
It ill beseems loyal men to listen to such words.
Margrete.
Bow your heads before a wife’s sorrow!
Lady Ragnhild.
King Skule doomed! Look to yourselves, look to yourselves all of you, when he regains his power!
Dagfinn.
That will never be, Lady Ragnhild.
Margrete.