Hail Håkon Håkonsson; now have you no longer any foemen.
Gregorius Jonsson.
[Stops a little before the corpses.] So I have come too late!
[Enters the convent yard.
Dagfinn.
It had been ill for Norway had you come sooner. [Calls out.] In here, King Håkon!
Håkon.
[Stopping.] The body lies in my way!
Dagfinn.
If Håkon Håkonsson would go forward, he must pass over Skule Bårdsson’s body!