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You are not? Then who are you?

My name is Nils Stensson.

[Looks at him with a smile.] H'm! Nils Stensson? But you are not Sten Sture's son Nils? The name chimes at least.

True enough; but God knows what right I have to bear it. My father I never knew; my mother was a poor peasant-woman, that was robbed and murdered in one of the old feuds. Peter Kanzler chanced to be on the spot; he took me into his care, brought me up, and taught me the trade of arms. As you know, King Gustav has been hunting him this many a year; and I have followed him faithfully, wherever he went.

Peter Kanzler has taught you more than the trade of arms, meseems.Well, well; then you are not Nils Sture. But at least you come from Sweden. Peter Kanzler has sent you hither to find a stranger, who

[Nods cunningly.]who is found already.