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ACT THIRD
[A wild riven mountain-side, with sheer precipices at the back. Snow-clad peaks rise to the right, and lose themselves in drifting mists. To the left, on a stone-scree, stands an old, half-ruined hut. It is early morning. Dawn is breaking. The sun has not yet risen.
[Maia comes, flushed and irritated, down over the stone-scree on the left. Ulfheim follows, half angry, half laughing, holding her fast by the sleeve.
Maia.
[Trying to tear herself loose.] Let me go! Let me go, I say!
Ulfheim.
Come, come! are you going to bite now? You're as snappish as a wolf.
Maia.
[Striking him over the hand.] Let me go, I tell you? And be quiet!
Ulfheim.
No, confound me if I will!
