Nils Stensson.
Oh strange! oh marvellous!—But can I believe——?
Nils Lykke.
You may believe all that I tell you. But remember, all this will be merely your ruin, if you should forget what you swore to me by your father’s salvation.
Nils Stensson.
Forget it? Nay, that you may be sure I never shall.—But you, to whom I have given my word,—tell me—who are you?
Nils Lykke.
My name is Nils Lykke.
Nils Stensson.
[Surprised.] Nils Lykke? Surely not the Danish Councillor?