Your sword is rusted, Olaf Skaktavl! All the swords in Norway are rusted.
Olaf Skaktavl.
That is doubtless why some folk fight only with their tongues.—Inger Gyldenlöve—great is the change in you. Time was when the heart of a man beat in your breast.
Lady Inger.
Put me not in mind of what was.
Olaf Skaktavl.
’Tis for that very purpose I am here. You shall hear me, even if——
Lady Inger.
Be it so then; but be brief; for—I must say it—this is no place of safety for you.
Olaf Skaktavl.