Olaf Skaktavl.
Inger Gyldenlöve’s son! What say you?
Lady Inger.
[Half kneeling to Nils Lykke.] Mercy! oh, be merciful——!
Nils Lykke.
[Raises her up.] Collect yourself, and let us talk together calmly.
Lady Inger.
[In a low voice, as though bewildered.] Did you hear it, Olaf Skaktavl? Or was it but a dream? Heard you what he said?
Nils Lykke.
It was no dream, Lady Inger!