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Maia.
[Faintly.] Yes, that too. But go and look over. Those two, coming up Ulfheim. [Goes and bends over the edge of the precipice. It's only your bird of prey—and his strange lady.
Maia.
Can't we get past them—without their seeing us?
Ulfheim.
Impossible! The path is far too narrow. And there's no other way down.
Maia.
[Nerving herself.] Well, well—let us face them here, then! Ulfheim. Spoken like a true bear-killer, comrade! [Professor Rubek and Irene appear over the edge of the precipice at the back. He has his plaid over his shoulders; she has a fur cloak thrown loosely over her white dress, and a swansdown hood over her head.
Professor Rubek.
[Still only half visible above the edge.] What, Maia! So we two meet once again?
