Thou sawest it, God—I repented me! But Olaf Skaktavl was too swift of hand.
[Olaf Skaktavl comes silently into the hall.
Lady Inger.
[After a pause, without looking at him.] Is it done?
Olaf Skaktavl.
You need fear him no more; he will betray no one.
Lady Inger.
[As before.] Then he is dumb?
Olaf Skaktavl.
Six inches of steel in his breast. I felled him with my left hand.
Lady Inger.
Ay, ay—the right was too good for such work.
Olaf Skaktavl.
That is your affair;—the thought was yours.—And now to Sweden! Peace be with you meanwhile! When next we meet at Östråt, I shall bring another with me.
[Goes out by the furthest door on the right.
Lady Inger.
Blood on my hands. Then 'twas to come to that!—He begins to be dear-bought now.
[Biörn comes in, with a number of Swedish Men-at-Arms, by the first door on the right.
