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Who will be master in this hall to-morrow?

Oh, hush! So heavy a day I had never thought to see.

It had to be; to rule in another's name was no full work for him.

Ay, it had to be; he could never rest content with but the name of king.

Of whom speak you?

Of Håkon.

I spoke of the Earl.

There breathe not nobler men than they two.

See you Sigurd Ribbung? With what a look of evil cunning he sits there—like a wolf in chains.

Ay, see!—He folds his hands before him on his sword-hilt and rests his chin upon them.

He bites his beard and laughs