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To bring you the last sacrifice.

What mean you?

[Points to the Priest who stands by the door.] Look at him!—Peter, my son, come hither!

Your son!

And yours, King Skule!

[Half bewildered.] Ingeborg!

[ ''approaches in silent emotion, and throws himself before''

Take him! For twenty years has he been the light and comfort of my life.—Now are you King of Norway; the King's son must enter on his heritage; I have no longer any right to him.

[Raises him up, in a storm of joy.] Here, to my heart, you whom I have yearned for so burningly! [''Presses him in his arms, lets him go, looks at him, and embraces him again.''] My son! My son! I have a son! Ha-ha-ha! who can stand against me now? [Goes over to ''and seizes her hand''.] And you, you give him to me,