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presently Jatgeir enters._] I can not sleep, Jatgeir: 'tis all my great kingly thoughts that keep me awake, you see. _Jatgeir_--'Tis with the king's thoughts as with the skald's, I doubt not. They fly highest and grow quickest when there is night and stillness around. _King Skule_--Is it so with the skald's thoughts? _Jatgeir_--Ay, lord: no song is born by daylight; it may be written down in the sunshine, but it makes itself in the silent night. _King Skule_--Who gave you the gift of sorrow, Jatgeir? _Jatgeir_--She whom I loved. _King Skule_--She died, then? _Jatgeir_--No, she deceived me. _King Skule_--And then you became a skald? _Jatgeir_--Ay, then I became a skald. _King Skule_ [_seizes him by the arm_]--What gift do I need to become a king? _Jatgeir_--Not the gift of doubt; else would you not question so. _King Skule_--What gift do I need? _Jatgeir_--My lord, you _are_ a king. _King Skule_--Have you at all times full faith that you are a skald? _Jatgeir_ [_looks silently at him for a while_]--Have you never loved? _King Skule_--Yes, once--burningly, blissfully, and in sin. _Jatgeir_--You have a wife. _King Skule_--Her I took to bear me sons. _Jatgeir_--But you have a daughter, my lord--a gracious and noble daughter. _King Skule_--Were my daughter a son, I would not ask you what gift I need. [_Vehemently._] I must have some one by me who sinks his own will utterly in mine--who believes in me, unflinchingly, who will cling close to me in good hap and ill, who lives only to shed light and warmth over my life, and must die if I fall. Give me counsel, Jatgeir Skald! _Jatgeir_--Buy yourself a dog, my lord. _King Skule_--Would no man suffice? _Jatgeir_--You would have to search long for such a man. _King Skule_ [_suddenly_]--Will _you_ be that man to me, Jatgeir? Will _you_ be a son to me? You shall have Norway's crown to your heritage--the whole land shall be yours, if you will be a son to me, and live for my life work, and believe in me. _Jatgeir_--And what should be my warranty that I did not feign--? _King Skule_--Give up your calling in life, sing no more songs, and then will I believe you! _Jatgeir_--No, lord: that were to buy the crown too dear. _King Skule_--Bethink you well: 'tis greater to be a king than a skald. _Jatgeir_--Not always. _King Skule_--'Tis but your unsung songs you must sacrifice! _Jatgeir_--Songs unsung are ever the faires
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