The King-child!
King Skule.
[Starts up.] Whence come you, I ask?
Peter.
From Hladehammer; I have given Bård Bratte and the Vargbælgs to know that the King-child lies at Elgesæter to-night.
Margrete.
O God!
King Skule.
You have done that! And now——?
Peter.