Nils Lykke.
[Softly and uneasily.] The spirits awaking, she said? I but feigned to conjure up the devil of revolt—'twere a cursed spite if he got the upper hand of us.
Lady Inger.
[To Nils Stensson.] Here I give you the first earnest of our service—thirty mounted men, to follow you as a bodyguard. Trust me—ere you reach the frontier many hundreds will have ranged themselves under my banner and yours. Go, then, and God be with you!
Nils Stensson.
Thanks,—Inger Gyldenlöve! Thanks—and be sure you shall never have cause to shame you for—for Count Sture! If you see me again, I shall have won my father's kingdom.
Nils Lykke.
[To himself.] Ay, if she see you again!
Olaf Skaktavl.
The horses wait, good fellows! Are ye ready?
The Peasants.
Ay, ay, ay!
Nils Lykke.
[Uneasily, to Lady Inger.] What?, You mean not to-night, even now?
