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Yes, yes; for I have faith in you!

[Wildly.] Håkon Håkonsson must die

If you will it, then it is right that he die.

'Twill cost blood; but that we cannot heed!

The blood is not wasted that flows in your cause.

All the might shall be yours when I have built up the kingdom. You shall sit on the throne with the circlet on your brow, with the purple mantle flowing wide over your shoulders; all men in the land shall bow before you[''The sounds of distant horns are heard.''] Ha! what was that? [With a cry.] The Birchleg host! What was it Paul Flida said?

[Rushes towards the back.

[Enters and cries:] The hour is upon us, King Skule!

[Bewildered.] The Birchlegs! King Håkon's host! Where are they?