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 cause the monk of Wittenberg is right: There is no mediator between God and man!

'Tis well that I know what to think in such things. There was no one to see what was done in there. There is none to bear witness against me.

My son! My beloved child! Come to me! Here I am!—Hush! I will tell you something: They hate me up there—beyond the stars—because I bore you into the world. 'Twas their will that I should bear the Lord God's standard over all the land. But I went my own way. That is why I have had to suffer so much and so long.

[Comes from the room on the left.] My lady, I have to tell you—Christ save me—what is this?

[Has climbed up into the high-seat by the right-hand wall.] Hush! Hush! I am the King's mother. My son has been chosen king. The struggle was hard ere it came to this—for 'twas with the Almighty One himself I had to strive.

[Comes in breathless from the right.] He is saved! I have Jens Bielke's promise. Lady Inger,—know that