Nils Lykke.
So it was.
Nils Stensson.
Ah, I have it, I have it! I am——
Nils Lykke.
You are Sten Sture’s son, good Sir!
Nils Stensson.
[With the quiet of amazement.] I Sten Sture’s son!
Nils Lykke.
On the mother’s side too your blood is noble. Peter Kanzler spoke not the truth, if he said that a poor peasant woman was your mother.