Lady Inger.
The people of the Dales?
Einar Huk.
Ay, so the tidings run, and they seem sure enough.
Lady Inger.
Well—if it were so—what have you to do with, the Dale-folk's rising?
The Peasants.
We will join them! We will help. We will free ourselves!
Lady Inger.
[To herself.] Can the time be come?
Einar Huk.
From all our borderlands the peasants are pouring across to the Dales. Even outlaws that have wandered for years in the mountains are venturing down to the homesteads again, and drawing men together, and whetting their rusty swords.
Lady Inger.
[After a pause.] Tell me, men—have you thought well of this? Have you counted the cost, if King Gustav's men should win?
Biörn.
[Softly and imploringly to Lady Inger.] Count the cost to the Danes if King Gustav's men should lose.
