Nils Lykke.
You are not? Then who are you?
Nils Stensson.
My name is Nils Stensson.
Nils Lykke.
[Looks at him with a smile.] H'm! Nils Stensson? But you are not Sten Sture's son Nils? The name chimes at least.
Nils Stensson.
True enough; but God knows what right I have to bear it. My father I never knew; my mother was a poor peasant-woman, that was robbed and murdered in one of the old feuds. Peter Kanzler chanced to be on the spot; he took me into his care, brought me up, and taught me the trade of arms. As you know, King Gustav has been hunting him this many a year; and I have followed him faithfully, wherever he went.
Nils Lykke.
Peter Kanzler has taught you more than the trade of arms, meseems.Well, well; then you are not Nils Sture. But at least you come from Sweden. Peter Kanzler has sent you hither to find a stranger, who
Nils Stensson.
[Nods cunningly.]who is found already.
