Nils Lykke.
Ay, by my soul it does. You have given me a hand of nought but court cards,—queens and knaves
Nils Stensson.
But what of me, that have brought all these good tidings? Have I nought more to do?
Nils Lykke.
You? Ay, that have you. You belong to the game. You are a king—and king of trumps too.
Nils Stensson.
I a king? Oh, now I understand; you are thinking of my exaltation
Nils Lykke.
Your exaltation?
Nils Stensson.
Ay; that which you foretold for me, if King Gustav's men got me in their clutches
[Makes a motion to indicate hanging.
Nils Lykke.
True enough;—but let that trouble you no more. It now lies with yourself alone whether within a month you shall have the hempen noose or a chain of gold about your neck.
Nils Stensson.
A chain of gold? And it lies with me?
[Nils Lykke nods.
