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But only four men! Up, up, King Skule—now is your kingdom saved!

My kingdom? 'Tis dark, my kingdom—like the angel's that rose against God.

A party of comes from the right.

Who speaks there? Is it King Skule's men.

King Skule himself.

[To .] God be praised that we met you, dear lord! Some townsmen gave us to know that you had taken the upward path, and we are no less unsafe than you in Nidaros.

You have deserved death, you who denied to give forth St. Olaf's shrine.

The Archbishop forbade it; but none the less we would fain serve King Skule; we have ever held to him. See, we have brought with us robes of our Order for you and your men; put them on, and then can you easily make your way into one convent or another, and can seek to gain grace of Håkon.