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In writing?

As you will.

[Aside, standing by the table on the right.] At last, then, I win!

[After a moment's thought, turns suddenly in her chair to and whispers.] Olaf Skaktavl—I am certain of it now—Nils Lykke is a traitor!

[Softly.] What? You think?

He has treachery in his heart.

And yet you would give him a written promise that may be your ruin?