cause the monk of Wittenberg is right: There is no mediator between God and man!
[She draws her breath heavily, and continues in ever-increasing distraction.
'Tis well that I know what to think in such things. There was no one to see what was done in there. There is none to bear witness against me.
[Suddenly stretches out her hands and whispers:
My son! My beloved child! Come to me! Here I am!—Hush! I will tell you something: They hate me up there—beyond the stars—because I bore you into the world. 'Twas their will that I should bear the Lord God's standard over all the land. But I went my own way. That is why I have had to suffer so much and so long.
Biörn.
[Comes from the room on the left.] My lady, I have to tell you—Christ save me—what is this?
Lady Inger.
[Has climbed up into the high-seat by the right-hand wall.] Hush! Hush! I am the King's mother. My son has been chosen king. The struggle was hard ere it came to this—for 'twas with the Almighty One himself I had to strive.
Nils Lykke.
[Comes in breathless from the right.] He is saved! I have Jens Bielke's promise. Lady Inger,—know that
