LADY INGER. No, no! Give me back my child, and let who will
have the crowns.
But know you so surely that Count Sture is willing——?
NILS LYKKE. Of that he will himself assure you.
LADY INGER. Himself?
NILS LYKKE. Even now.
OLAF SKAKTAVL. How now?
LADY INGER. What say you?
NILS LYKKE. In one word, Count Sture is in Ostrat.
OLAF SKAKTAVL. Here?
NILS LYKKE (to LADY INGER). You have doubtless been told that another rode through the gate along with me? The Count was my attendant.
LADY INGER (softly). I am in his power. I have no longer any
choice.
(Looks at him and says:)
'Tis well, Sir Councillor—I will assure you of my support.