Can you see him? Look, look! ’Tis the King. It is Inger Gyldenlöve’s son! I know him by the crown and by Sten Sture’s ring that he wears round his neck. Hark, what a joyful sound! He is coming! Soon will he be in my arms! Ha-ha!—who conquers, God or I?
[The Men-at-Arms come out with the coffin.
Lady Inger.
[Clutches at her head and shrieks.] The corpse! [Whispers.] Pah! ’Tis a hideous dream. [Sinks back into the high-seat.
Jens Bielke.
[Who has come in from the right, stops and cries in astonishment.] Dead! Then after all——
One of the Men-at-Arms.
’Twas he himself that——
Jens Bielke.
[With a look at Nils Lykke.] He himself——?