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Paul Flida.
He will answer you with a tongue of steel.
King Skule.
Go, go;—you shall learn my will anon.
Paul Flida.
Every moment is precious! [Seizes his hand.] King Skule, let us break down all the bridges, fight like Wolves,[1] and trust in Heaven!
King Skule.
[Softly.] Heaven trusts not in me; I dare not trust in Heaven.
Paul Flida.
Short has been the saga of the Vargbælgs.
[Goes out by the back.
King Skule.
A hundred cunning heads, a thousand mighty arms, are at my beck; but not a single loving, trusting heart. That is kingly beggary; no more, no less.
Bård Bratte.
[From the back.] Two wayfarers from afar stand without, praying to have speech with you my lord.
King Skule.
Who are they?
Bård Bratte.
A woman and a priest.
- ↑ Varger, the first part of the word Vargbælg.
