are deep in thought, Elina Gyldenlove!
Is it the fate of your fatherland that weighs upon you still?

ELINA (shakes her head, absently gazing straight in front of
her). My fatherland?--I think not of my fatherland.

NILS LYKKE. Then 'tis the strife and misery of the time that
cause you dread.

ELINA. The time? I have forgotten time---- ---- You go to
Denmark? Said you not so?

NILS LYKKE. I go to Denmark.

ELINA. Can I see towards Denmark from this hall?

NILS LYKKE (points to the window on the left). Ay, from this
window. Denmark lies there, to the south.

ELINA. And is it far from here? More than a hundred miles?

NILS LYKKE. Much more. The sea lies between you and Denmark.

ELINA (to herself). The sea? Thought has seagull's wings. The
sea cannot stay it.

(Goes out to the left.)

NILS LYKKE (looks after her awhile; then says:) If I could
but spare two days now--or even one--I would have her in my power,
even as the others. And yet is there rare stuff in this maiden.
She is proud. Might I not after all----? No; rather humble
her---- ----
(Paces the room.)
Verily, I believe she has set my blood on fire. Who would have
thought it possible after all these years?--Enough of this! I
must get out of the tangle I am entwined in here.
(Sits in a chair on the right.)
What is the meaning of it? Both Olaf Skaktavl and Inger Gyldenlove
seem blind to the mistrust 'twill waken, when 'tis rumoured that I
am in their league.--Or can Lady Inger have seen through my purpose?
Can she have seen that all my promises were but designed to lure
Nils Sture forth from his hiding-place?
(Springs up.)
Damnation! Is it I that have been fooled? 'Tis like enough that
Count Sture is not at Ostrat at all? It may be the rumour of his
flight was but a feint. He may be safe and sound among his friends
in Sweden, while I----
(Walks restlessly up and down.)
And to think I was so sure of success! If I should effect nothing?
If Lady Inger should penetrate my designs--and publish my
discomfiture---- To be a laughing-stock both here and in Denmark!
To have sought to lure Lady Inger into a trap--and given her cause
the help it most needed--strengthened her in the people's favour----!
Ah, I could well-nigh sell myself to the Evil One, would he but
help me to lay hands on Count Sture.

(The window in the background is pushed open. NILS STENSSON
is seen outside.