Lady Inger.
[Writing.] Are they screwing it down tight?
Biörn.
As tight as need be.
Lady Inger.
Ay, ay—who can tell how tight it needs to be? Do you see that ’tis well done.
[Goes up to him with her hand full of papers, and says mysteriously:
Biörn, you are an old man; but one counsel I will give you. Be on your guard against all men—both those that are dead and those that are still to die.—Now go in—go in and see to it that they screw the lid down tightly.
Biörn.
[Softly, shaking his head.] I cannot make her out.