Elina.
Hark; they are hammering at the gate!
Nils Lykke.
[Lets the lantern fall.] Ah! too late——!
[Biörn enters hurriedly from the right, carrying a light.
Elina.
[Goes towards him.] What is amiss, Biörn? What is it?
Biörn.
An ambuscade! Count Sture——
Elina.