Nils Stensson.
[Nods.] And which I am to tell you.
Nils Lykke.
To tell me? Well then,—where is he?
[Nils Stensson points upwards.
Nils Lykke.
Up there? Lady Inger holds him hidden in the loft-room?
Nils Stensson.
Nay, nay; you mistake me.
[Looks round cautiously.