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 enters from the right with his Standard-bearer, , and several other men.

Hark to the war-cry! Skule is gathering his men behind the churchyard.

[Calls from his porch, to .] Take heed for yourself, dear my lord; the Vargbælgs are fierce, now they are fighting for life.

Is it you, old Guthorm Erlendsson? You have fought both for my father and for my grandfather

Would to God I could fight for you as well.

For that you are too old, and there is no need; men pour in upon me from all sides.

[Pointing off over the wall to the right.] There comes the Duke's standard!

The Duke himself! He rides his white war-*horse.

We must hinder his passage through the gate here!