[Without.] See, see! the church-robber climbs over the convent roof!
Others.
Stone him! Stone him!
Peter.
[Appears on a roof to the right, and jumps down into the yard.] Well met again, my father!
King Skule.
[Looks at him aghast.] You—I had forgotten you——! Whence come you?
Peter.
[Wildly.] Where is the King-child?
Margrete.