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[To the ] A solemn hour for you and for many! [Looking anxiously towards the church.] A solemn hour for Norway. [Near the ] Now is the glowing iron in her hands. [Beside ] They are coming down the nave. Christ protect thy tender hands, Inga, mother of the King! Surely all my life shall reward her for this hour. [Who has been listening intently, breaks out suddenly.] Did she cry out? Has she let the iron fall? [Goes up.] I know not what it was. Hark to the women weeping in the outer hall! [Breaks forth in jubilation.] Gloria in excelsis Deo! [The doors are thrown open. comes forth, followed by Nuns, Priests, and Monks.