St. Olaf's shrine out to the mote-stead, as they did in the autumn, when we swore allegiance.
King Skule.
The shrine <g>shall</g> out; I will bear my kingship in all ways lawfully.
Jatgeir.
And I promise you to sing a great death-song, when you have slain the Sleeper.
[An outburst of laughter among the men.
King Skule.
The Sleeper?
Jatgeir.
Know you not, my lord, that King Håkon is called "Håkon the Sleeper," because he sits as though benumbed ever since you came to the throne?
Bård Bratte.
They say he lies ever with his eyes closed. Doubtless he dreams that he is still king.
King Skule.
Let him dream; he shall never dream himself back into the kingship.
Jatgeir.
Let his sleep be long and dreamless, then shall I have stuff for songs.
The Men.
Ay, ay, do as the skald says!
King Skule.
When so many good men counsel as one, the
