NILS LYKKE (smiles in answer). Ah, so there might be some one else?
NILS STENSSON. Tell me—are you of the house?
NILS LYKKE. I? Well, in so far that I am Lady Inger's guest
this evening.
NILS STENSSON. A guest?—Is not to-night the third night after
Martinmas?
NILS LYKKE. The third night after——? Ay, right enough.—Would you seek the lady of the house at once? I think she is not yet gone to rest. But might you not sit down and rest awhile, dear young Sir? See, here is yet a flagon of wine remaining, and doubtless you will find some food. Come, fall to; you will do wisely to refresh your strength.
NILS STENSSON. You are right, Sir; 'twere not amiss.
(Sits down by the table and eats and drinks.)
Both roast meat and sweet cakes! Why, you live like lords here!
When one has slept, as I have, on the naked ground, and lived on
bread and water for four or five days——
NILS LYKKE (looks at him with a smile). Ay, such a life must be hard for one that is wont to sit at the high-table in noble halls——
NILS STENSSON. Noble halls——?
NILS LYKKE. But now can you take your rest at Ostrat, as long
as it likes you.
NILS STENSSON (pleased). Ay? Can I truly? Then I am not to
begone again so soon?