NILS LYKKE. God's blood!—what has befallen here?
LADY INGER. My daughters—my fair daughters! I have none any more. I had one left, and her I lost even as she was mounting her bridal bed. (Whispers.) Lucia's corpse lay in it. There was no room for two.
NILS LYKKE. Ah—it has come to this! The Lord's vengeance is upon me.
LADY INGER. Can you see him? Look, look! It is the King. It is Inger Gyldenlove's son! I know him by the crown and by Sten Sture's ring that he wears round his neck. Hark, what a joyful sound! He is coming! Soon will he be in my arms! Ha-ha!—who conquers, God or I.
(The Men-at-Arms come out with the coffin.)
LADY INGER (clutches at her head and shrieks). The corpse!
(Whispers.) Pah! It is a hideous dream.
(Sinks back into the high-seat.)
JENS BIELKE (who has come in from the right, stops and cries in astonishment). Dead! Then after all——
ONE OF THE MEN-AT-ARMS. It was himself——
JENS BIELKE (with a look at NILS LYKKE). He himself——?