NILS LYKKE. I demand first that you shall call the people of the northern districts to arms, in support of the disaffected in Sweden.
LADY INGER. And next——?
NILS LYKKE. ——that you do your best to advance young Count
Sture's ancestral claim to the throne of Sweden.
LADY INGER. His? You demand that I——?
OLAF SKAKTAVL (softly). It is the wish of many Swedes, and 'twould serve our turn too.
NILS LYKKE. You hesitate, lady? You tremble for your son's safety. What better can you wish than to see his half-brother on the throne?
LADY INGER (in thought). True—true——
NILS LYKKE (looks at her sharply). Unless there be other plans afoot——
LADY INGER. What mean you?
NILS LYKKE. Inger Gyldenlove might have a mind to be a—a
kings mother.