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 A troop of men enter in full flight, from the right. Into the church! None can stand against the Birchlegs as they lay about them to-night. [The troop rushes into the church and bars the door on the inside.

[Looking out to the right.] I see a standard far down the street; it must be King Håkon's.   See, see, how the Vårbælgs are running! A second troop enters from the right.

Let us take to the church and pray for grace.

[They rush at the door.

'Tis barred! 'tis barred!

Up over Martestokke then!

Where is King Skule?

I know not. Away! yonder I see the Birchlegs standard!

[They flee past the church, out to the left.