ACT THIRD.

(The Banquet Hall. A high 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 haughty eyes seem veiled with thought.--Ah, if

I but dared--(aloud). Mistress Elina!

ELINA (stops at the door). What will you? Why do you pursue me?

NILS LYKKE. You err; I pursue you not. I am myself pursued.

ELINA. You?

NILS LYKKE. By a multitude of thoughts. Therefore 'tis with

sleep as with you:--it flees me.

ELINA. Go to the window, and there you will find pastime;--a

storm-tossed sea----

NILS LYKKE (smiles). A storm-tossed sea? That I may find in

you as well.

ELINA. In me?

NILS LYKKE. Ay, of that our first meeting has assured me.

ELINA. And that offends you?

NILS LYKKE. Nay, in nowise; yet I could wish to see you of

milder mood.

ELINA (proudly). Think you that you will ever have your wish?

NILS LYKKE. I am sure of it. I have a welcome word to say

to you.

ELINA. What is it?

NILS LYKKE. Farewell.

ELINA (comes a step nearer him). Farewell? You are leaving

Ostrat--so soon?

NILS LYKKE. This very night.

ELINA (seems to hesitate for a moment; then says coldly:) Then

take my greeting, Sir Knight! (Bows and is about to go.)

NILS LYKKE. Elina Gyldenlove,--I have no right to keep you here;

but 'twill be unlike your nobleness if you refuse to hear what I

have to say to you.

ELINA. I hear you, Sir Knight.

NILS LYKKE. I know you hate me.

ELINA. You are keen-sighted, I perceive.

NILS LYKKE. But I know, too, that I have fully merited your

hate. Unseemly and insolent were the words I wrote of you

in my letter to Lady Inger.

ELINA. It may be; I have not read them.

NILS LYKKE. But at least their purport is not unknown to you;

I know your mother has not left you in ignorance of the matter;

at the least she has told you how I praised the lot of the man

who----; surely you know the hope I nursed----

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