Lady Inger.
Truly,—this confidence rejoices me.
[Goes to a cupboard in the back wall and fills two goblets with wine.
Nils Lykke.
[Aside.] Curse her, will she slip out of the noose?
Lady Inger.
[Hands a goblet to each.] And since so it is, I offer you a cup of welcome to Östråt. Drink, noble knights! Pledge me to the last drop!
[Looks from one to the other after they have drunk, and says gravely:
But now I must tell you—one goblet held a welcome for my friend; the other—death for my enemy!
Nils Lykke.