You know? And yet——?
Elina.
Think you the gates of Östråt shut so close, that never a whisper of the country’s woe can slip through them? Think you I do not know that the heir of many a noble line wanders outlawed, without rest or shelter, while Danish masters lord it in the home of his fathers?
Lady Inger.
And what then?
Elina.
I know well that many a high-born knight is hunted through the woods like a hungry wolf. No hearth has he to rest by, no bread to eat——
Lady Inger.
[Coldly.] Enough! Now I understand you.
Elina.