One, only this one more time! [Listens.] What was <g>that</g>? [Calls.] Viliam, Viliam! Sira Viliam enters from the right.
Bishop Nicholas.
What is it that whistles and howls so grimly?
Sira Viliam.
'Tis the storm; it grows fiercer.
Bishop Nicholas.
The storm grows fiercer! Ay truly, I will keep my promise! The storm, say you? Are they singing in there?
Sira Viliam.
Yes, my lord.
Bishop Nicholas.
Bid them bestir themselves, and chiefly brother Aslak; he always makes such scant prayers; he shirks whenever he can; he skips, the hound! [Strikes the floor with his crozier.] Go in and say to him 'tis the last night I have left; he shall bestir himself, else will I haunt him from the dead!
Sira Viliam.
My lord, shall I not fetch Master Sigard?
Bishop Nicholas.
Go in, I say! [Viliam goes into the chapel.] It must doubtless be heaven's will that I should reconcile the King and the Duke, since it sends me Trond's letter now. This is a hard thing, Nicholas; to tear down at a single wrench what
