'Twas a mischance, of that I can take my oath.
KNUT.
He ran at me swinging his axe; I meant but to defend myself, and struck the death-blow unawares.
ERIK.
Many here saw all that befell.
KNUT.
Lady Margit, crave what fine you will. I am ready to pay it.
MARGIT.
I crave naught. God will judge us all. Yet stay—one thing I require. Forgo your evil design upon my sister.