NILS LYKKE. Nay, nay, impossible!
LADY INGER. I have said it.
NILS LYKKE (softly, to NILS STENSSON). Obey her not!
NILS STENSSON. How can I otherwise? I will; I must!
NILS LYKKE (with authority). And me!
NILS STENSSON. I shall keep my word; be sure of that. The secret shall not pass my lips till you yourself release me. But she is my mother!
NILS LYKKE (aside). And Jens Bielke in wait on the road!
Damnation! He will snatch the prize out of my fingers——
(To LADY INGER.)
Wait till to-morrow!
LADY INGER (to NILS STENSSON). Count Sture—do you obey me or
not?
NILS STENSSON. To horse! (Goes up towards the background).
NILS LYKKE (aside). Unhappy boy! He knows not what he does.
(To LADY INGER.)
Well, since so it must be,—farewell!