Lady Inger.
[To herself.] Whither is he tending?
Nils Lykke.
the chance, namely, that there should exist in Sweden a man entitled by his birth to claim election to the kingship.
Lady Inger.
[Evasively.] The Swedish nobles have been even as bloodily hewn down as our own, Sir Councillor. Where would you seek for?
Nils Lykke.
[With a smile.] Seek? The man is found already
Lady Inger.
[Starts violently.] Ah! He is found?
Nils Lykke.
and he is too closely akin to you, Lady Inger, to be far from your thoughts at this moment.
[Looks fixedly at her.
The last Count Sture left a son
Lady Inger.
[With a cry.] Holy Saviour, how know you?
Nils Lykke.
[Surprised.] Be calm, Madam, and let me finish.—This young man has till now lived quietly with his mother, Sten Sture's widow.
