[Falls back a step in amazement.
But—Christ save me——!
Nils Lykke.
What now?
Nils Stensson.
The picture—! Sure ’tis I myself!
Nils Lykke.
’Tis old Sten Sture, even as he lived and moved in his youthful years.
Nils Stensson.
Sten Sture!—And the likeness—? And—said you not I spoke the truth, when I called myself a Count’s son? Was’t not so?