Ay, see you!
Lady Inger.
To wed Nils Lykke to one of my house were doubtless a great step toward stanching many discords in our land.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Meseems your daughter Merete’s marriage with Vinzents Lunge might have taught you what comes of such a step. Scarce had my lord gained firm footing among us, when he began to make free with both our goods and our rights——
Lady Inger.
I know it even too well, Olaf Skaktavl! But times there be when my thoughts are manifold and strange. I cannot impart them fully either to you or to any one else. Often I know not the right course to choose. And yet—a second time to make a Danish lord my son-in-law,—nought but the uttermost need could drive me to that resource; and heaven be praised—things have not yet come to that!
Olaf Skaktavl.
I am no wiser than before, Lady Inger;—why would you keep Nils Lykke at Östråt?
Lady Inger.