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Hu! What a scream! It's the nixie or droug![1]
Peer! Peer!—Up there on that hillock——!


[She runs to the top of a little rise, and looks out over the tarn. Solveig's Father and Mother come up.


Åse.

Not a sign to be seen!

The Father.


[Quietly.]


                       It is worst for him!

Åse.


[Weeping.]


Oh, my Peer! Oh, my own lost lamb!

The Father.


[Nods mildly.]


You may well say lost.

Åse.

                       Oh no, don't talk like that!
He is so clever. There's no one like him.

The Father.

You foolish woman!

Åse.

                   Oh ay; oh ay;
Foolish I am, but the boy's all right!

The Father.


[Still softly and with mild eyes.]


His heart is hardened, his soul is lost.

  1. A malevolent water-monster.