Lady Inger.
I will tell you in few words. In a letter to me, Nils Lykke has spoken of the high fortune it were to be allied to our house; and I do not say but, for a moment, I let myself think of the matter.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Ay, see you!
Lady Inger.
To wed Nils Lykke to one of my house were doubtless a great step toward stanching many discords in our land.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Meseems your daughter Merete's marriage with Vinzents Lunge might have taught you what comes of such a step. Scarce had my lord gained firm footing among us, when he began to make free with both our goods and our rights
Lady Inger.
I know it even too well, Olaf Skaktavl! But times there be when my thoughts are manifold and strange. I cannot impart them fully either to you or to any one else. Often I know not the right course to choose. And yet—a second time to make a Danish lord my son-in-law,—nought but the uttermost need could drive me to that resource; and heaven be praised—things have not yet come to that!
