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King Skule.
Let the woman and the priest approach.
[Bård goes; King Skule seats himself, musing, on the right; presently there enters a black-robed woman; she wears a long cloak, a hood, and a thick veil, which conceals her face; a priest follows her, and remains standing by the door.
King Skule.
Who are you?
The Woman.
One you have loved.
King Skule.
[Shaking his head.] There lives no one who remembers that I have loved. Who are you, I ask?
The Woman.
One who loves you.
King Skule.
Then are you surely one of the dead.
The Woman.
[Comes close to him and says softly and passionately.] Skule Bårdsson!
King Skule.
[Rises with a cry.] Ingeborg!
Ingeborg.
Do you know me now, Skule?
