Sigrid.
Hark again! All the bells in Nidaros are ringing——!
King Skule.
[Smiles mournfully.] They are ringing a king to his grave.
Sigrid.
Nay, nay, they ring for your true crowning! Farewell, my brother, let the purple robe of blood flow wide over your shoulders; under it may all sin be hidden! Go forth, go into the great church and take the crown of life.
[Hastens into the chapel.
[Chanting and bell-ringing continue during what follows.
Voices.
[Outside the gate.] The lock has burst! Force us not to break the peace of the church!