Nils Lykke.
In sober earnest, Sir?
Nils Stensson.
As truly as I live! Wherefore should I deny it, if I were?
Nils Lykke.
But where, then, is Count Sture?
Nils Stensson.
[In a low voice.] Ay, that is just the secret.
Nils Lykke.
[Whispers.] Which is known to you? Is’t not so?