Nils Lykke.
I understand; you have given most care to the trade of arms.
[Sits down by the table on the right, and runs through the papers.
Aha! Here is light enough and to spare on what is brewing.
This small letter tied with a silken thread—[Examines the address.] This too for Olaf Skaktavl. [Opens the letter, and glances through its contents.] From Peter Kanzler. I thought as much. [Reads under his breath.] "I am hard bested, for—"; ay, sure enough; here it stands,—"Young Count Sture has been gathered to his fathers, even at the time fixed for the revolt to break forth"—"—but all may yet be made good—" What now? [Reads on in astonishment.] "You must know, then, Olaf Skaktavl, that the young man who brings you this letter is a son of—" Heaven and earth—can it be so?—Ay, by the cross of Christ, even so 'tis written! [Glances at Nils Stensson.] Can he be—? Ah, if it were so! [Reads on.] "I have nurtured him since he was a year old; but up to this day I have ever refused to give him back, trusting to have in him a sure hostage for Inger Gyldenlöve's faithfulness to us and to our friends. Yet in that respect he has but little availed us. You may marvel that I told you not this secret when you were with me here of late; therefore will I confess freely that I feared you might seize upon him, even as I had done, and to the same intent. But now, when you have seen Lady Inger, and have doubtless assured
