_Botolf_.--Nothing, indeed, would so much allay Kolbein's violence as the holiness of Bishop Gudmund becoming apparent. It would make him ready for reconciliation, should he behold that he used ill so great a saint. But are you so very sure that the see of Holar really possessed such a holy man in Bishop Gudmund? _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? _Botolf_.--I desire the death of no man. _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. _Kolbein_.--Is that man blind? _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! _Illugi_ (_mutters_).--Pater noster! _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. _Helgi_.--Oh ye of little faith! _Some at the Door_.--I smell sweet fragrance. I see a tongue of fire above the tombstone of Bishop Gudmund! _Others_.--He was good to the poor! _Illugi_ (_with a loud voice, lifting up his crutch and arising_).--Praised be the blessed Bishop Gudmund! My eyes can see! _Helgi_.--O miraculum magnum! _The People at the Doors_.--A miracle! A miracle! A miracle! _Botolf_.--Let all bells of the church be rung. _Kolbein_.--Wait an instant, my lord! The eyes of the man are unchanged. Let him prove that he can see.