Lady Inger.
Hush; leave me to act. Nay, wait and listen first
[Talks with him in a whisper.
Nils Lykke.
[Softly, watching them.] Ah, take counsel together as much as ye list! All danger is over now. With her written consent in my pocket, I can denounce her whenever I please. A secret message to Jens Bielke this very night—. I tell him but the truth—that the young Count Sture is not at Östråt. And then to-morrow, when the road is open—to Trondhiem with my young friend, and thence by ship to Copenhagen with him as my prisoner. Once we have him safe in the castle-tower, we can dictate to Lady Inger what terms we will. And I—? After this, methinks, the King will scarce place the French mission in other hands than mine.
Lady Inger.
[Still whispering to Olaf Skaktavl.] Well, you understand me?
Olaf Skaktavl.
Ay, fully. Let us make the venture, even as you will.
[Goes out by the back, to the right.
[Nils Stensson comes in by the first door on the right, unseen by Lady Inger, who has begun to write.
Nils Stensson.
[In a low voice.] Sir Knight,—Sir Knight!
