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[To .] And this man of blood have you followed in faith and love! Are you your father's child? May the wrath of heaven! Go from me, go from me!

Blessed be your lips, although now they curse me.

I must down to Nidaros and into the church to find King Skule. He sent me from him when he sat victorious on the throne; then, truly, he had no need of me—now will he not be wroth if I come to him. Open the gate for me; let me go to Nidaros!

My mother, for God's pity's sake!

[A loud knocking at the convent gate.

Who knocks?

[Without.] A king.

Skule Bårdsson.

King Skule.

My father!

Open, open!

We open not here to outlaws.