Aim not, spare not;—strike them where ye can.
King Skule’s Voice.
’Tis base to deal thus with chieftains.
[A short noise of weapons; then a heavy fall is heard; all is still for a moment.
A Voice.
They are dead, both of them!
[The King’s horn sounds.
Another Voice.
There comes King Håkon with all his guard!
The Crowd.