p of Bergen.
When they came to the king's hall, the bishop sent the king a message
that he would like to meet him; and asked the king to come out to him.
He did so, and came out with a drawn sword in his hand. He received the
bishop kindly and asked him to go in and sit down to table with him.

The bishop replies, "I have other business now. Is it true, sire, what
is told me, that thou hast the intention of marrying, and of driving
away thy queen, and taking another wife?"

The king said it was true.

Then the bishop changed countenance, and angrily replied, "How can it
come into your mind, sire, to do such an act in our bishopric as to
betray God's word and law, and the holy church? It surprises me that
you treat with such contempt our episcopal office, and your own royal
office. I will now do what is my duty; and in the name of God, of the
holy King Olaf, of Peter the apostle, and of the other saints, forbid
thee this wickedness."

While he thus spoke he stood straight up, as if stretching out his neck
to the blow, as if ready if the king chose to let the sword fall; and
the priest Sigurd, who afterwards was bishop, has declared that the
sky appeared to him no bigger than a calf's skin, so frightful did the
appearance of the king present itself to him. The king returned to the
hall, however, without saying a word; and the bishop went to his house
and home so cheerful and gay that he laughed, and saluted every child on
his way, and was playing with his fingers. Then the priest Sigurd
asked him the reason, saying, "Why are you so cheerful, sir? Do you not
consider that the king may be exasperated against you? and would it not
be better to get out of the way?"

Then said the bishop, "It appears to me more likely that he will not act
so; and besides, what death could be better, or more desirable, than
to leave life for the honour of God? or to die for the holy cause of
Christianity and our own office, by preventing that which is not right?
I am so cheerful because I have done what I ought to do."

There was much noise in the town about this. The king got ready for
a journey, and took with him corn, malt and honey. He went south to
Stavanger, and prepared a feast there for his marriage with Cecilia.
When a bishop who ruled there heard of this he went to the king, and
asked if it were true that he intended to marry in the lifetime of the
queen.

The king said it was so.

The bishop answers, "If it be so, sire, you