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LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
[ACT III.
Elina.
Fare you well, Sir Knight!
[A short silence.
Nils Lykke.
Again you are deep in thought, Elina Gyldenlöve! Is it the fate of your fatherland that weighs upon you still?
Elina.
[Shakes her head, absently gazing straight in front of her.] My fatherland?—I think not of my fatherland.
Nils Lykke.
Then 'tis the strife and misery of the time that disquiets you.
Elina.
The time? I had forgotten it
You go to Denmark? Said you not so?Nils Lykke.
I go to Denmark.
Elina.
Can I look towards Denmark from this hall?
Nils Lykke.
[Points to the window on the left.] Ay, from this window. Denmark lies there, to the south.
Elina.
And is it far from here? More than a hundred leagues?