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 threaten to heap on me all men's scorn and mockery. Ah, beware that you stir not up my vengefulness; for with two words I can bring you to your knees at my feet.

Ha-ha!

And these two words, Nils Lykke?—these two words?

The secret of Sten Sture's son and yours.

[With a shriek.] Oh, God in heaven!

Inger Gyldenlöve's son! What say you?

[Half kneeling to ] Mercy! oh, be merciful!

[Raises her up.] Collect yourself, and let us talk together calmly.

[In a low voice, as though bewildered.] Did you hear it, Olaf Skaktavl? Or was it but a dream? Heard you what he said?