Fairy (calmly) Thy power is gone——
Black Witch (Interrupting in derision) Not yet, dear Fairy! (continues with air of triumph) See yonder glow in my black pot? With my rod I brought it and it will burn and brighten until thee and thine consumed and parched be, and the whole world blighted. This rod, my power, though it weakened be, is potent still and thou canst do naught against me——
Fairy (Interrupting with cool hauteur) That light is mine. I caused it there. Forever it will glow—a fairy gleam to light and bless the world. Thy power is gone, thy rod is dead.
(Black Witch begins to laugh scornfully, moves over and gazes into pot, is startled and laugh is choked down.)
Black Witch (murmuring hopelessly) ’Tis true. ’Tis true.
(Black Witch grows afraid, moves away from kettle towards left across front of stage, muttering. Fairy maintains her original position but turns around slowly following movements of Black Witch with her eye. Fairy makes passes with wand toward Black Witch. Black Witch trembles and becomes furiously enraged.)
Black Witch (hysterically) Begone, foul fairy, ere I smite thee dead!
Fairy (Calmly) Do thy worst. Thy worst is less than none.
(Black Witch grows desperate, approaches White Fairy and raises rod to strike her. At this moment B. W. should be to left of Fairy.)