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 Thou sawest it, God—I repented me! But Olaf Skaktavl was too swift of hand.

[After a pause, without looking at him.] Is it done?

You need fear him no more; he will betray no one.

[As before.] Then he is dumb?

Six inches of steel in his breast. I felled him with my left hand.

Ay, ay—the right was too good for such work.

That is your affair;—the thought was yours.—And now to Sweden! Peace be with you meanwhile! When next we meet at Östråt, I shall bring another with me.

Blood on my hands. Then 'twas to come to that!—He begins to be dear-bought now.