Nils Lykke.
[Aside.] Time gained—all gained!
[To Lady Inger with a show of great friendliness:
And meanwhile we might learn what part Lady Inger Gyldenlöve purposes to take in our design?
Lady Inger.
I?—None.
Nils Lykke and Olaf Skaktavl.
None!
Lady Inger.
Can ye marvel, noble Sirs, that I venture not on a game wherein loss would mean loss of all? And that, too, when none of my allies dare trust me fully.
Nils Lykke.
That reproach touches not me. I trust you blindly; I pray you be assured of that.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Who should believe in you, if not your countrymen?
Lady Inger.
Truly,—this confidence rejoices me.
[Goes to a cupboard in the back wall and fills two goblets with wine.
Nils Lykke.
[Aside.] Curse her, will she slip out of the noose?
