So, so!—­has he horns too?

MAIA.

A pair of ugly horns, just like yours, yes.

ULFHEIM.

Can you see the poor little horns I have?

MAIA.

Yes, I seem to see them quite plainly.

ULFHEIM.

[Taking the dogs’ leash out of his pocket.] Then I had better see about tying you.

MAIA.

Have you gone quite mad?  Would you tie me?

ULFHEIM.

If I am a demon, let me be a demon!  So that’s the way of it!  You can see the horns, can you?

MAIA.

[Soothingly.] There, there, there!  Now try to behave nicely, Mr. Ulfheim. [Breaking off.] But what has become of that hunting-castle of yours, that you boasted so much of?  You said it lay somewhere hereabouts.

ULFHEIM.

[Points with a flourish to the hut.] There you have it, before your very eyes.

MAIA.

[Looks at him.] That old pig-stye!

ULFHEIM.

[Laughing in his beard.] It has harboured more than one king’s daughter, I can tell you.

MAIA.

Was it there that that horrid man you told me about came to the king’s daughter in the form of a bear?

ULFHEIM.

Yes, my fair companion of the chase—­this is the scene. [With a gesture of invitation.] If you would deign to enter—–­

MAIA.

Isch!  If ever I set foot in it—!  Isch!

ULFHEIM.

Oh, two people can doze away a summer night in there comfortably enough.  Or a whole summer, if it comes to that!

MAIA.

Thanks!  One would need to have a pretty strong taste for that kind of thing. [Impatiently.] But now I am tired both of you and the hunting expedition.  Now I am going down to the hotel—­before people awaken down there.

ULFHEIM.

How do you propose to get down from here?

MAIA.

That’s your affair.  There must be a way down somewhere or other, I suppose.

ULFHEIM.

[Pointing towards the back.] Oh, certainly!  There is a sort of way—­ right down the face of the precipice yonder—–­