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 your King, I free you from the oath ye sware to me. You, Dagfinn, are no longer my marshal; I will not appear with marshal or with guard, with vassals or with henchmen. I am a poor man; all my inheritance is a brooch and this gold ring;—these are scant goods wherewith to reward so many good men's service. Now, ye other Pretenders, now we stand equal; I will have no advantage of you, save the right which I have from above—that I neither can nor will share with any one.—Let the assembly-call be sounded, and then let God and the Holy King Olaf's law decide.

[Goes out with his men to the left; blasts of trumpets and horns are heard in the distance.

[To the, as the crowd is departing.] Me-*thought you seemed afraid during the ordeal, and now you look so glad and of good cheer.

[Well at ease.] Marked you that he had Sverre's eyes as he spoke? Whether he or I be chosen king, the choice will be good.

[Uneasily.] But do not you give way. Think of all who stand or fall with your cause.