[_To_ LADY INGER. Wait till to-morrow! LADY INGER. [_To_ NILS STENSSON.] Count Sture—do you obey me or not? NILS STENSSON. To horse! [_Goes up towards the background._ NILS LYKKE. [_Aside._] Unhappy boy! He knows not what he does. [_To_ LADY INGER. Well, since so it must be,—farewell! [_Bows hastily, and begins to move away._ Lady Inger. [_Detains him._] Nay, stay! Not so, Sir Knight,—not so! NILS LYKKE. What mean you? LADY INGER. [_In a low voice._] Nils Lykke—you are a traitor! Hush! Let no one see there is discord in the camp of the leaders. You have won Peter Kanzler’s trust by some devilish wile that as yet is dark to me. You have forced me to rebellious acts—not to help our cause, but to further your own plots, whatever they may be. I can draw back no more. But think not therefore that you have conquered! I shall know how to make you harmless—— NILS LYKKE. [_Lays his hand involuntarily on his sword._] Lady Inger! LADY INGER. Be calm, Sir Councillor! Your life is safe. But you come not outside the gates of Östråt before victory is ours. NILS LYKKE. Death and destruction! LADY INGER. It boots not to resist. You come not from this place. So rest you quiet; ’tis your wisest course. NILS LYKKE. [_To himself._] Ah,—I am overreached. She has been craftier than I. [_A thought strikes him._] But if I yet——? LADY INGER. [_To_ OLAF SKAKTAVL.] Ride with Count Sture’s troops to the frontier; then without pause to Peter Kanzler, and bring me back my child. Now has he no longer any plea for keeping from me what is my own. [_Adds, as_ OLAF SKAKTAVL _is going:_ Wait; a token—. He that wears Sten Sture’s ring, he is my son. OLAF SKAKTAVL. By all the saints, you shall have him! LADY INGER. Thanks,—thanks, my faithful friend! NILS LYKKE.