[Starts violently.] Ah! He is found?
Nils Lykke.
——and he is too closely akin to you, Lady Inger, to be far from your thoughts at this moment. [Looks fixedly at her.
The last Count Sture left a son——
Lady Inger.
[With a cry.] Holy Saviour, how know you——?
Nils Lykke.
[Surprised.] Be calm, Madam, and let me finish.—This young man has till now lived quietly with his mother, Sten Sture’s widow.
Lady Inger.
[Breathes more freely.] With—? Ah, yes—true, true!