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The room stands empty for a short time; a distant and confused noise is heard from the streets; then a troop of armed townsmen rushes in by the door on the right.

Here! He must be here!

Slay him!

Slay the church-robber too!

Go carefully! They may yet bite!

No need; the Birchlegs are already coming up the street.

[Entering.] Too late—King Skule has fled!

Whither? Whither?

Into one of the churches, methinks; they are full of the Vargbælgs.

Then let us seek for him; great thanks and reward will King Håkon give to the man who slays Skule.

Here come the Birchlegs.