Nils Lykke.
[Slaps his breast and cries:] Olaf Skaktavl—here stands the master of Östråt!
Lady Inger.
Sir Councillor——!
Olaf Skaktavl.
[Rises from the table.] What now?
Nils Lykke.
[To Lady Inger.] I accept not the wager; for in a moment you will gladly give Östråt Castle, and more to boot, to be freed from the snare wherein not I but you are tangled.
Lady Inger.
Your jest, Sir, grows a vastly merry one.