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The room stands empty for a short time; a distant and confused noise is heard from the streets; then a troop of armed townsmen rushes in by the door on the right.
A Townsman.
Here! He must be here!
Another.
Slay him!
Many.
Slay the church-robber too!
A Single One.
Go carefully! They may yet bite!
The First Townsman.
No need; the Birchlegs are already coming up the street.
A Townsman.
[Entering.] Too late—King Skule has fled!
Many.
Whither? Whither?
The New-comer.
Into one of the churches, methinks; they are full of the Vargbælgs.
The First Townsman.
Then let us seek for him; great thanks and reward will King Håkon give to the man who slays Skule.
Another.
Here come the Birchlegs.