Your wings are not clipped, save by your own will.
Elina.
Will? My will is in your hands. Be what you once were, and I too——
Lady Inger.
Enough, enough. Hear me further.—It would scarce break your heart to leave Östråt?
Elina.
Maybe not, my mother!
Lady Inger.
You told me once, that you lived your happiest life in your tales and histories. What if that life were to be yours once more?
Elina.