bow-window in the background; a smaller
window in front on the left. Several doors on each side. The
roof is supported by massive wooden pillars, on which, as well as
on the walls, are hung all sorts of weapons. Pictures of saints,
knights, and ladies hang in long rows. Pendent from the roof a
large many-branched lamp, alight. In front, on the right, an
ancient carven high-seat. In the middle of the hall, a table
with the remnants of the evening meal.)

(ELINA GYLDENLOVE enters from the left, slowly and in deep thought.
Her expression shows that she is going over again in her mind
the scene with NILS LYKKE. At last she repeats the motion with
which she flung away the flowers, and says in a low voice:)

ELINA. ---- ----And then he gathered up the fragments of the
crown of Denmark--no, 'twas the flowers--and: "God's holy blood,
but she is proud and fair!"
Had he whispered the words in the remotest corner, long leagues
from Ostrat,--still had I heard them!
How I hate him! How I have always hated him,--this Nils Lykke!--
There lives not another man like him, 'tis said. He plays with
women--and treads them under his feet.
And it was to him my mother thought to offer me!--How I hate him!
They say Nils Lykke is unlike all other men. It is not true!
There is nothing strange in him. There are many, many like him!
When Biorn used to tell me his tales, all the princes looked as
Nils Lykke looks. When I sat lonely here in the hall and dreamed
my histories, and my knights came and went,--they were one and all
even as he.
How strange and how good it is to hate! Never have I known how
sweet it can be--till to-night. Ah--not to live a thousand years
would I sell the moments I have lived since I saw him!--
"God's holy blood, but she is proud---- ----"

(Goes slowly towards the background, opens the window and
looks out. NILS LYKKE comes in by the first door on the
right.)

NILS LYKKE (to himself). "Sleep well at Ostrat, Sir Knight,"
said Inger Gyldenlove as she left me. Sleep well? Ay, it is
easily said, but---- ---- Out there, sky and sea in tumult; below,
in the grave-vault, a young girl on her bier; the fate of two
kingdoms in my hand; and in my breast a withered flower that a
woman has flung at my feet. Truly, I fear me sleep will be slow
of coming.
(Notices ELINA, who has left the window, and is going out on
the left.)
There she is. Her h