A troop of Skule's men enter in full flight, from the right. One of Them. Into the church! None can stand against the Birchlegs as they lay about them to-night. [The troop rushes into the church and bars the door on the inside.
The Second Townsman.
[Looking out to the right.] I see a standard far down the street; it must be King Håkon's. The First Townsman. See, see, how the Vårbælgs are running! A second troop enters from the right.
One of the Fugitives.
Let us take to the church and pray for grace.
[They rush at the door.
Several Vårbælgs.
'Tis barred! 'tis barred!
The First.
Up over Martestokke then!
Another.
Where is King Skule?
The First.
I know not. Away! yonder I see the Birchlegs standard!
[They flee past the church, out to the left.
