Olof. They are possessed.

Gert. Of the spirit, yes. It is the storm wind that is crying
through them. Beware, if you get into its path!

Olof. This must be stopped. I am going to the King.

Gert. We should be friends, Olof. Your mother is living in
Stockholm, isn't she?

Olof. You know it, then?

Gert. Do you know that my daughter Christine is with your mother?

Olof. Christine?

Gert. Yes, for the present. If we win, your mother will be
protected for my daughter's sake; and if the Catholics win, my
daughter will be protected for your mother's sake. You are a
little concerned about Christine, are you not?

Olof. Gert, Gert, what made you so wise?

Gert. The madhouse.

Olof. Go away from me! You'll lead me into disaster.

Gert. Yes, if you call it a disaster to be robbed of all
earthly happiness, to be dragged into prison, to suffer poverty,