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King Skule.
Ay, let me put on the robe; my son and I must stand on consecrated ground. I will to Elgesæter.
Peter.
[Softly, to Paul Flida.] See that my father comes safely thither.
Paul Flida.
Bethink you that there are Birchlegs at Elgesæter.
Peter.
But four men; you may easily deal with them, and once inside the convent walls they will not dare to touch you. I will seek Bård Bratte.
Paul Flida.
Nay, do not so!
Peter.
Not on the King's ship, but at Elgesæter, must the outlaws save the kingdom for my father.
[Goes quickly out to the right.
A Vårbælg.
[Whispering to another.] Go you to Elgesæter with Skule?
The Other.
Hist; no; the Birchlegs are there!
The First.
Neither will I go; but say nought to the rest.
