Lady Inger.
[After a pause, without looking at him.] Is it done?
Olaf Skaktavl.
You need fear him no more; he will betray no one.
Lady Inger.
[As before.] Then he is dumb?
Olaf Skaktavl.
Six inches of steel in his breast. I felled him with my left hand.
Lady Inger.
Ay, ay—the right was too good for such work.