Olaf Skaktavl.
That is your affair;—the thought was yours.—And now to Sweden! Peace be with you meanwhile! When next we meet at Östråt, I shall bring another with me.
[Goes out by the furthest door on the right.
Lady Inger.
Blood on my hands. Then ’twas to come to that!—He begins to be dear-bought now.
[Biörn comes in, with a number of Swedish Men-at-Arms, by the first door on the right.
One of the Men-at-Arms.
Pardon, if you are the lady of the house——
Lady Inger.
Is it Count Sture ye seek?