A Man.
He is no King; homage has not been done him on St. Olaf's shrine!
Many Voices.
No, no—no homage has been done him on St. Olaf's shrine! He is no king!
King Skule.
[Shrinks behind the curtain.] No homage! No king!
Paul Flida.
'Twas a dire mischance that the shrine was not brought forth when you were chosen.
Bård Bratte.
Should the townsfolk desert us, we cannot hold Nidaros if the Birchlegs come.
King Skule.
And they will desert us, so long as homage has not been done to me on the Saint's shrine.
Peter.
Then let the shrine be brought forth, and take our homage now!
Paul Flida.
[Shaking his head.] How should that be possible?
Peter.
Is <g>aught</g> impossible, where <g>he</g> is concerned? Sound the call for the folkmote, and bring forth the <g>shrine</g>!
Several of the Men.
[Shrinking back.] Sacrilege!
