FRU INGER
(for sig selv).
Forunderligt. Altså dog som Olaf Skaktavl sagde. (til Nils Lykke.) Jeg beder eder vente her, herr rigsråd! Nu går jeg for at føre ham til eder.
(hun går ud gennem riddersalen.)
LADY INGER
(to herself).
Strange! It must be as Olaf Skaktavl said. (To NILS LYKKE.) I pray you wait here, Sir Councillor! I go to bring him to you.
(Goes out through the Banquet Hall.)
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