Peter.
Here is my hand, father.
King Skule.
And fear not for that which is now to come.
Peter.
Nay, father, I fear not, when I go with you.
King Skule.
A safer way have we two never trodden together. [He opens the gate; the Townsmen stand without with upraised weapons.] Here are we; we come of our own free will;—but strike him not in the face.
[They pass out, hand in hand; the gate glides to.
A Voice.