Kolbein.—Are you thinking perhaps that he should come here with his men to take care of us?
Botolf.—Far from it. (About to leave.)
Kolbein (grasping the BISHOP by the wrist).—You will not go hence alive, sir bishop; if you stir the church will have another saint (points to Bishop Gudmund's tomb).
Botolf.—It would be a fair death for the servant of God. But unlikely it is that you will accomplish this deed of violence, because God's angels follow me wherever I go.
Kolbein.—I, too, have attendant wraiths; my victory at Orlygsstad, my pursuits of Thord Kakali, my raid to Reykholar, and my journey over Tvidægra Heath with thirty men.
Botolf.—Angels with black wings all, Kolbein!
Kolbein.—Whatever the hue of their wings, yet they cause me to come out of every fray unscathed and more powerful than other men.
Botolf.—God has hardened your heart, Kolbein!
Kolbein.—And you, cease to aid my cousin Brand and Broddi, and never release them from the interdict!
Botolf.—I have released them.