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''A room in the palace at Nidaros. The entrance door is on the right; in front, on the same side, a window; to the left a smaller door. It is after night-fall.'' and several of principal followers are standing at the window and looking upward.

How red it glows!

It stretches over half the sky, like a flaming sword.

Holy King Olaf, what bodes such a sign of dread?

Assuredly it bodes a great chief's death.

Håkon's death, my good Vårbælgs. He is lying out in the fiord with his fleet; we may look for him in the town to-night. This time, 'tis our turn to conquer!

Trust not to that; there is little heart in the host now.