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 road! Damnation! He will snatch the prize out of my fingers

Wait till to-morrow!

[To ] Count Sture—do you obey me or not?

To horse!

[Aside.] Unhappy boy! He knows not what he does.

Well, since so it must be,—farewell!

[Detains him.] Nay, stay! Not so, Sir Knight,—not so!

What mean you?

[In a low voice.] Nils Lykke—you are a traitor! Hush! Let no one see there is discord in the camp of the leaders. You have won Peter Kanzler's trust by some devilish wile that as yet is dark to me. You have forced me to