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Think not of me; 'tis you alone that are to be thought of. Let us make for Indherred; there all men are true to you!

Ay, to flight! Follow me, whoso would save his life!

What way?

Over the bridge!

All bridges are broken down, my lord.

Broken down! All the bridges broken, say you?

Had you broken them down at Oslo, you might have let them stand at Nidaros.

We must over the river none the less;—we have our lives and our souls to save! To flight! To flight!

[He and rush out to the left.

Ay, better so than to fall at the hands of the townfolk and the Birchlegs.

In God's name, then, to flight!

[All follow.