to me; believe in me and trust to me; 'tis that I need so unspeakably. I will watch over you and fight for you; I will bleed and die for you, if need be; but fail me not, and doubt not! [Loud cries, as though of terror, are heard among the people.] What is that?
A Wild Voice.
Atone! Atone!
Bård Bratte.
[Looks out.] 'Tis a priest possessed of the devil!
Paul Flida.
He is tearing his cowl to shreds and scourging himself with a whip.
The Voice.
Atone, atone! The last day is come.
Many Voices.
Flee, flee! Woe upon Nidaros. A deed of sin!
King Skule.
What has befallen?
Bård Bratte.
All flee, all shrink away as though a wild beast were in their midst.
King Skule.
Yes, all flee. [With a cry of joy.] Ha! it matters not. We are saved! See, see—King Olaf's shrine stands in the middle of the courtyard.
