Olaf Skaktavl.
’Tis he that has sent me to Östråt.
Lady Inger.
[Rises.] Peter Kanzler, say you?
Olaf Skaktavl.
He himself;—but mayhap you no longer know him?
Lady Inger.
[Half to herself.] Only too well!—But tell me, I pray you,—what message do you bring?
Olaf Skaktavl.
When the rumour of the rising reached the border mountains, where I then was, I set off at once into Sweden. ’Twas not hard to guess that Peter Kanzler had a finger in the game. I sought him out and offered to stand by him;—he knew me of old, as you know, and knew that he could trust me; so he has sent me hither.