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Elina.

Fare you well, Sir Knight!

[A short silence.

Nils Lykke.

Again you are deep in thought, Elina Gyldenlöve! Is it the fate of your fatherland that weighs upon you still?

Elina.

[Shakes her head, absently gazing straight in front of her.] My fatherland?—I think not of my fatherland.

Nils Lykke.

Then 'tis the strife and misery of the time that disquiets you.

Elina.

The time? I had forgotten it——You go to Denmark? Said you not so?

Nils Lykke.

I go to Denmark.

Elina.

Can I look towards Denmark from this hall?

Nils Lykke.

[Points to the window on the left.] Ay, from this window. Denmark lies there, to the south.

Elina.

And is it far from here? More than a hundred leagues?