Olaf Skaktavl.
Then will you tell me your errand here?
Nils Lykke.
Methinks you can partly guess my errand
Olaf Skaktavl.
Peter Kanzler said something of papers that
Nils Lykke.
Papers? Ay, true, the papers!
Olaf Skaktavl.
Doubtless you have them with you?
Nils Lykke.
Of course; safely bestowed; so safely that I cannot at once
[Appears to search the inner pockets of his doublet; says to himself:
Who the devil is he? What pretext can I make? I may be on the brink of great discoveries
[Notices that the Servants are laying the table and lighting the lamps in the Banquet Hall, and says to Olaf Skaktavl:
Ah, I see Lady Inger has taken order for the evening meal. Mayhap we could better talk of our affairs at table.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Good; as you will.
