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.
