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The Monk.
And now away, two and two,—one spearman and one monk.
Another Monk.
[Sitting on a stump behind the rest.] I will guide King Skule.
King Skule.
Know you the way?
The Monk.
The broad way.
The First Monk.
Haste you; let us take different paths, and meet outside the convent gate.
[They go out among the trees, to the right;
the fog lifts and the comet shows itself
red and glowing, through the hazy air.
King Skule.
Peter, my son
! [Starts backwards.] Ha, there is the flaming sword in heaven!The Monk.
[Sitting behind him on the stump.] And here am I!
King Skule.
Who are you?
The Monk.
An old acquaintance.
King Skule.
Paler man have I never seen.