[To Nils Stensson.] Count Sture—do you obey me or not?
Nils Stensson.
To horse!
[Goes up towards the background.
Nils Lykke.
[Aside.] Unhappy boy! He knows not what he does.
[To Lady Inger.
Well, since so it must be,—farewell!
[Bows hastily, and begins to move away.
Lady Inger.