Nils Stensson.
Ay; that which you foretold for me, if King Gustav’s men got me in their clutches——
[Makes a motion to indicate hanging.
Nils Lykke.
True enough;—but let that trouble you no more. It now lies with yourself alone whether within a month you shall have the hempen noose or a chain of gold about your neck.
Nils Stensson.
A chain of gold? And it lies with me?
[Nils Lykke nods.
Nils Stensson.
Why then, the devil take doubting! Do you but tell me what I am to do.