Nils Lykke.
I? Well, in so far that I am Lady Inger’s guest this evening.
Nils Stensson.
A guest?—Is not to-night the third night after Martinmas?
Nils Lykke.
The third night after—? Ay, right enough.—Would you seek the lady of the house at once? I think she is not yet gone to rest. But might not you sit down and rest awhile, dear young Sir? See, here is yet a flagon of wine remaining, and doubtless you will find some food. Come, fall to; you will do wisely to refresh your strength.
Nils Stensson.
You are right, Sir; ’twere not amiss.
[Sits down by the table and eats and drinks.
Both roast meat and sweet cakes! Why, you live like lords here! When one has slept, as I have, on the naked ground, and lived on bread and water for four or five days——