JENS BIELKE (with a look at NILS LYKKE). He himself----?
NILS LYKKE. Hush!
LADY INGER (faintly, coming to herself). Ay, right; now I
remember it all.
JENS BIELKE (to the Men-at-Arms). Set down the corpse. It is
not Count Sture.
ONE OF THE MEN-AT-ARMS. Your pardon, Captain;--this ring that
he wore round his neck----
NILS LYKKE (seizes his arm). Be still!
LADY INGER (starts up). The ring? The ring?
(Rushes up and snatches the ring from him.)
Sten Sture's ring! (With a shriek.) Oh, Jesus Christ--my son!
(Throws herself down on the coffin.)
THE MEN-AT-ARMS. Her son?
JENS BIELKE (at the same time). Inger Gyldenlove's son?
NILS LYKKE. So it is.
JENS BIELKE. But why did you not tell me----?
BIORN (trying to raise her up). Help! help! My lady--what
ails you?
LADY INGER (in a faint voice, half raising herself). What ails
me? I lack but another coffin, and a grave beside my child.
(Sinks again, senseless on the coffin. NILS LYKKE goes hastily
out to the right. General consternation among the rest.)