_Helgi_.--Most certainly, indeed! (_Exit_.)
_Botolf_ (_alone_).--Bishop Gudmund a saint? Notwithstanding all the slayings and destruction that followed in his wake? Bishop Gudmund a saint, hm! He who used to speak a blessing over mad dogs, with his hands uplifted! Bishop Gudmund a saint, hm! Well, then would the church indeed be victorious over Kolbein the Young and his men.
(_Enter_ KOLBEIN THE YOUNG, HAF, _and_ ASBJORN. _They salute the bishop, who returns their greetings_.)
_Kolbein_.--I have come hither, sir bishop, to confer with you.
_Botolf_.--With whom then do all those your men wish to confer, and what mean the arms you carry into the church?
_Kolbein_.--Tumult and riot is rife in the district.
_Botolf_.--But a few days ago I expected to hear of your death, Kolbein, rather than see you here heading a host of men.
_Asbjorn_.--Does it not suit you, my lord?
_Kolbein_.--For a while I was very sick, indeed; but no sooner heard I of the death of my friend Thorolf than all weakness left me, so that now I am a well man again.
(_Enter_ CLERK HELGI, ILLUGI THE BLIND MAN, _and_ HIS BOY, _who supports him. People stream in with them, stationing themselves in the doors and near them_. CLERK HELGI _makes_ ILLUGI _kneel down before the sepulchre of_ BISHOP GUDMUND, _so that he turns his face to the spectators_.)
_Helgi_.--Kneel down now before the sepulchre of the sainted friend of God who appeared to you in your dream; because your prayers have made you deserving of that beatitude. Embrace the image of our blessed father and say the Lord's prayer.
_Illugi_ (_looks up and glances at him for a moment_).--I am born blind.
_Kolbein_ (_aside to_ HAF BJARNASON).--His eyes were fixed on me as he looked up.
_Helgi_.--Domine Gudmunde, fac miraculum magnum!
_Helgi_.--Behold the white hand of the saint, how it draws the film from the eyes of the blind man!
_Kolbein_.--I have not the gift to see such things.
_Some at the Door_.--I smell sweet fragrance. I see a tongue of fire above the tombstone of Bishop Gudmund!
_Illugi_ (_with a loud voice, lifting up his crutch and arising_).--Praised be the blessed Bishop Gudmund! My eyes can see!
_The People at the Doors_.--A miracle! A miracle! A miracle!