| INGÉ |
| HER MOTHER. |
[The MOTHER stands at the kitchen window, watching for Ingé]
MOTHER. Ah, here she comes at last!
(Short pause. Enter INGÉ)
I have waited long for you, my child. Where have you been?
(Ingé is silent.)
Have you been to the Elf Hill? Tell me.
INGÉ (hesitating). Just for a little while, mother.