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Margrete.
'Tis an evil laugh.
Lady Ragnhild.
He knows that none will further his cause;—'tis that which makes him wroth. Who is yonder thane that speaks now?
Margrete.
That is Gunnar Grionbak.
Lady Ragnhild.
Is he for the Earl?
Margrete.
No, he is for the King
Lady Ragnhild.
[Looking at her.] For whom say you?
Margrete.
For Håkon Håkonsson.
Lady Ragnhild.
[Looks out; after a short pause.] Where sits Guthorm Ingesson?—I see him not.
Margrete.
Behind his men, lowest of all there—in a long mantle.
Lady Ragnhild.
Ay, there.
Margrete.
He looks as though he were ashamed
