Lady Inger.
My answer were easy enough, but 'twould scarce content you. So let us leave speaking of what cannot be changed. Tell me rather what has brought you to Östråt. Do you need harbour? Well, I will try to hide you. If you would have aught else, speak out; you shall find me ready
Olaf Skaktavl.
For twenty years have I been homeless. In the mountains of Jæmteland my hair has grown grey. My dwelling has been with wolves and bears.—You see, Lady Inger—I need you not; but both nobles and people stand in sore need of you.
Lady Inger.
The old burden.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Ay, it sounds but ill in your ears, I know; yet hear it you must, for all that. In brief, then: I come from Sweden: troubles are brewing: the Dales are ready to rise.
Lady Inger.
I know it.
Olaf Skaktavl.
Peter Kanzler[1] is with us—secretly, you understand.
Lady Inger.
[Starting.] Peter Kanzler?
- ↑ That is, Peter the Chancellor.
