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LADY INGER OF ÖSTRAT.
[ACT II.

back and join your people. Keep guard on the road. Should I mark aught that mislikes me, you shall know it forthwith.

Jens Bielke.

Good, good. But how am I to get out——?

Nils Lykke.

The fellow that brought us in will show the way. But go quietly——

Jens Bielke.

Of course, of course. Well—good fortune to you!

Nils Lykke.

Fortune has never failed me in a war with women. Haste you now!

[Jens Bielke goes out to the right.

Nils Lykke.

[Stands still for a while; then walks about the room, looking round him; then he says softly:] At last, then, I am at Östråt—the ancient hall whereof a child, two years ago, told me so much. Lucia. Ay, two years ago she was still a child. And now—now she is dead. [Hums with a half-smile.] "Blossoms plucked are blossoms withered——"

[Looks round him again.

Östråt. 'Tis as though I had seen it all before; as though I were at home here.—In there