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Let the woman and the priest approach.

[ goes; ''seats himself, musing, on the right; presently there enters a black-robed woman; she wears a long cloak, a hood, and a thick veil, which conceals her face; a priest follows her, and remains standing by the door''.

Who are you?

One you have loved.

[Shaking his head.] There lives no one who remembers that I have loved. Who are you, I ask?

One who loves you.

Then are you surely one of the dead.

[Comes close to him and says softly and passionately.] Skule Bårdsson!

[Rises with a cry.] Ingeborg!

Do you know me now, Skule?