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Gregorius Jonsson.
[Softly.] Bethink you, there were sharp words in it concerning the King.
Earl Skule.
My words I shall answer for. The letter!
Gregorius Jonsson.
I have it not.
Earl Skule.
You have it not!
Gregorius Jonsson.
Dagfinn the Peasant was at our heels. I snatched the letter from Jostein Tamb, tied a stone to it
Earl Skule.
Well?
Gregorius Jonsson.
It lies at the bottom of the fiord.
Earl Skule.
You have done ill—ill.
Håkon.
I await the letter, Sir Earl.
Earl Skule.
I cannot give it you.
Håkon.
You <g>cannot</g>!
Earl Skule.
[Advancing a step towards the King.] My pride
