“And then?”
“Then we got Schonen, Halland, Blekinge, and Bohuslän.”
“The deuce you did! Who won them?”
“Charles X.”
“Well, and then?”
“Nothing else.”
“Is that all?”
Somebody knocked on the table.
“Erich the saint wishes to speak,” said Gustav Wasa.
“My name is Erich Jedvardson, and I never was a saint. May I be allowed to ask Swede what became of my Finland?”