got me a warrant from the Trondhiem commandant to search for the rebel wheresoever I please. All his tracks point towards Östråt
Nils Lykke.
He is here! He is here, I tell you!
Jens Bielke.
Were it not liker, in that case, that we had found the gate barred and well guarded? Would that we had; then could I have found use for my men-at-arms
Nils Lykke.
But instead, the gate is very courteously thrown open to us. Mark now—if Inger Gyldenlöve's fame belie her not, I warrant she will not let her guests lack for either meat or drink.
Jens Bielke.
Ay, to turn us aside from our errand! And what wild whim was that of yours to have me leave my horsemen half a league from the castle? Had we come in force
Nils Lykke.
She had made us none the less welcome for that. But mark well that then our coming had made a stir. The peasants round about had held it for an outrage against Lady Inger; she had risen high in their favour once more—and with that, look you, we were ill served.
