LADY INGER. And the peasants? My servants?—where are they?
NILS STENSSON. You will find the carcasses along the highway.
Who has the rest, I know not.
OLAF SKAKTAVL (outside on the right). Count Sture! Where
are you?
NILS STENSSON. Here, here!
(OLAF SKAKTAVL comes in with his right hand wrapped in a cloth).
LADY INGER. Alas Olaf Skaktavl, you too——!
OLAF SKAKTAVL. It was impossible to break through.
LADY INGER. You are wounded, I see!
OLAF SKAKTAVL. A finger the less; that is all.
NILS STENSSON. Where are the Swedes?