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Signë!

Gudmund!

But tell me—?

Your enemy, the Chancellor Audun Hugleikson, has fallen.

The Chancellor!

[To each other, in a half-whisper.] Fallen!

Three days ago he was beheaded at Bergen. [Lowering his voice.] His offence was against Norway's Queen.

Thus punishment treads on the heels of crime! Protecting angels, loving and bright, Have looked down in mercy on me to-night, And come to my rescue while yet it was time. Now know I that life's most precious treasure Is nor worldly wealth nor earthly pleasure, I have felt the remorse, the terror I know, Of those who wantonly peril their soul, To St. Sunniva's cloister forthwith I go.—

Nay: think not to move me or control.