forth, Margrete! Listen! [Starts back a step.] All hands are lifted for an oath! [Margrete listens at the window.
Lady Ragnhild.
God and St. Olaf, to whom do they swear?
Sigrid.
Pray!
[Margrete listens, and with uplifted hand motions for silence.
Lady Ragnhild.
[After a little while.] Speak! [From the mote-stead is heard a loud blast of trumpets and horns.
Lady Ragnhild.
God and St. Olaf! To whom have they sworn? [A short pause.
Margrete.
[Turns her head and says:] They have chosen Håkon Håkonsson king. [The music of the royal procession is heard, first in the distance and then nearer and nearer. Lady Ragnhild clings weeping to Sigrid, who leads her quietly out on the right; Margrete remains immovable, leaning against the window-frame. The King's attendants open the great doors, disclosing the interior of the Hall, which is gradually filled by the procession from the mote-stead.
Håkon.
[In the doorway, turning to Ivar Bodde.] Bring
