NILS LYKKE. Hush!
LADY INGER (faintly, coming to herself). Ay, right; now I
remember it all.
JENS BIELKE (to the Men-at-Arms). Set down the corpse. It is
not Count Sture.
ONE OF THE MEN-AT-ARMS. Your pardon, Captain;—this ring that
he wore round his neck——
NILS LYKKE (seizes his arm). Be still!
LADY INGER (starts up). The ring? The ring?
(Rushes up and snatches the ring from him.)
Sten Sture's ring! (With a shriek.) Oh, Jesus Christ—my son!
(Throws herself down on the coffin.)
THE MEN-AT-ARMS. Her son?
JENS BIELKE (at the same time). Inger Gyldenlove's son?
NILS LYKKE. So it is.