Håkon.
True, true;—my good, kind mother[Collects himself.] Well, if she be too weary, let her wait until to-morrow. Ivar Bodde. It shall be as you will. [Puts another parchment forward.] But this other, my lord. Håkon. That other?—Ivar Bodde, I cannot. Dagfinn. [Points to the letter for Inga.] Yet you could do <g>that</g>. Ivar Bodde. All things sinful must be put away. Bishop Nicholas. [Who has drawn near in the meantime.] Bind the Earl's hands, King Håkon. Håkon. [In a low voice.] Think you <g>that</g> is needful? Bishop Nicholas. At no cheaper rate can you buy peace in the land. Håkon. Then I can do it! Give me the pen! [Writes.
Earl Skule.
[To the Bishop, who crosses to the right.] You have the King's ear, it would seem.
