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[Softly.] Bethink you, there were sharp words in it concerning the King.

My words I shall answer for. The letter!

I have it not.

You have it not!

Dagfinn the Peasant was at our heels. I snatched the letter from Jostein Tamb, tied a stone to it

Well?

It lies at the bottom of the fiord.

You have done ill—ill.

I await the letter, Sir Earl.

I cannot give it you.

You cannot!

[Advancing a step towards the ] My pride