here! (bending her head very low and then raising it.) Ha! is it thou? art thou risen in thy master's stead? It becomes thee to answer my call; it is no weak tie that has bound us together. I loved thee in sin and in blood: when the noose of death wrung thee, I loved thee. And now thou art a dear one and a terrible with the Prince of the power of the air. Grant what I ask! grant it quickly. Give me of thy power; I have earned it. But this is a mean, narrow den; the cave of the lin is near, where water is soughing and fern is waving; the bat-bird clutching o'er head, and the lithe snake stirring below; to the cave, to the cave! we'll hold our council there.
[Exit with frantic gestures, as if courteously showing the way to some great personage.
SCENE II.
A Flower Garden by the cottage of Violet Murrey, with the building partly occupying the bottom of the Stage, and partly concealed.
Enter Dungarren, who stops and looks round him, then mutters to himself in a low voice, then speaks audibly.
DUNGARREN.
