German. Most holy is gin! Strange that--

Dane. You need say no more!

(More blows are struck on the iron door.)

Windrank (who has fallen asleep, is awakened by the blows).
Help! I die!

German. What a pity to lose such a sweet soul!

(The door is pushed open so that the table at which Marten
and Nils are seated is upset together with the mugs and cups
on it. A woman wearing a red and black skirt, with a nun's
veil thrown over her head, comes running into the room. For
a moment Gert can be seen in the doorway behind her, but the
door is immediately closed again.)

Harlot (with a startled glance at her surroundings). Save me! The
people want to kill me!

A German Mercenary. A harlot under a nun's veil! Ha-ha-ha!
(General laughter.)

Marten (making the sign of the cross). A harlot! Who dares
to bring her into this respectable company? Master taverner, take
her out of here, or she'll hurt the good name of the place and
the sanctity of the church.