I must down to Nidaros and into the church to find King Skule. He sent me from him when he sat victorious on the throne; then, truly, he had no need of me—now will he not be wroth if I come to him. Open the gate for me; let me go to Nidaros!
Margrete.
My mother, for God’s pity’s sake——!
[A loud knocking at the convent gate.
Dagfinn.
Who knocks?
King Skule.
[Without.] A king.
Dagfinn.
Skule Bårdsson.