KERSTI. Take care, you witch! Have you no shame? It's mortal sin you are practising now! You should be burned by fire, for I am sure you would float if thrown in the water!
BRITA. [Taking a pinch of mould from the bag and pouring it on KERSTI'S head] To the dust I wed you, and a crown of dirt shall you wear, so that your shame may find you out!
KERSTI. Fie on you! Fie!
VOICE. [Like that of a small child, repeats after her] Fie!
KERSTI. Who was that?
VOICE. Who was that?
BRITA. Guess!—That was the Mocker!
KERSTI. Who is the Mocker?
VOICE. The Mocker!
BRITA. The Mocker is the Mocker. Don't you know the Mewler?