NILS STENSSON (nods). And which I have to tell to you.
NILS LYKKE. To me? Well then,—where is he?
(NILS STENSSON points upwards.)
NILS LYKKE. Up there? Lady Inger holds him hidden in the loft-
room?
NILS STENSSON. Nay, nay; you mistake me. (Looks round cautiously.)
Nils Sture is in Heaven!
NILS LYKKE. Dead? And where?
NILS STENSSON. In his mother's castle,—three weeks since.
NILS LYKKE. Ah, you are deceiving me! 'Tis but five or six days since he crossed the frontier into Norway.
NILS STENSSON. Oh, that was I.
NILS LYKKE. But just before that the Count had appeared in the Dales. The people were restless already, and on his coming they broke out openly and would have chosen him for king.