Bishop Nicholas.
'Twill be in your power to restore his faith. Ere I depart hence, I will tell you where Trond the Priest's letter may be found.
Sira Viliam.
[From the right.] The King is now coming up the street, with torch-bearers and attendants. Bishop Nicholas. He shall be welcome. [Viliam goes.] Duke, I beg of you one last service: do you carry on my feuds against all mine enemies. [Takes out a letter.] Here I have written them down. Those whose names stand first I would fain have hanged, if it could be so ordered. Duke Skule. Think not upon vengeance now; you have but little time left Bishop Nicholas. Not on vengeance, but on punishment. Promise me to wield the sword of punishment over all mine enemies when I am gone. They are your foemen no less than mine; when you are King you must chastise them; do you promise me that? Duke Skule. I promise and swear it; but Trond's letter! Bishop Nicholas. You shall learn where it is;—but see—the King comes; hide the list of our foemen! [The Duke hides the paper; at the same moment Håkon enters from the right.
