The Queen. Where do they live?
The Witch. The usual way is about twenty miles over the mountains, but there's a short cut through my back yard. Less than a mile away.
The Queen. Give me a knife or a dagger, quickly!
The Witch. What? Walk into the Dwarf's house, knife in hand and crown on your head like that? I'd sooner dance into a hornet's nest. Really, Brangomar, if I were you I'd swap brains with a grasshopper!
The Queen. But what shall I do? She's alive! She's more beautiful than I! My heart will burn itself out of my body like a live coal. Tell me some way!
The Witch. Deary me! Have I got to plan it all out for you again? You're a nuisance.
The Queen. How? How?
