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Nay, nay; you mistake me.

Nils Sture is in Heaven!

Dead? And where?

In his mother's castle,—three weeks since.

Ah, you are deceiving me! 'Tis but five or six days since he crossed the frontier into Norway.

Oh, that was I.

But just before that the Count had appeared in the Dales. The people, who were restless already, broke out openly and would have chosen him for king.

Ha-ha-ha; that was me too!

You?

I will tell you how it came about. One day Peter Kanzler called me to him and gave me to