Suk— Yesterday
I found a cricket down among the stones
Still numb with winter's cold.
Gimel—(Fearfully.) What is it, Zip?
Kilo— (Nonchalantly.)
Gimel, if the monk was sleeping there
On Granny's couch and you had Loki's sledge,
Think you could kill him?
Suk— Sh!
(Kilo sits up.)
Gimel— Zip, what is it?
Zip— (Re-entering.)
It's going to storm. The clouds are scudding fast
And thick and dark, brushing the mountain tops.
Suk—She gets the owl, she'll be here.
(Kilo lies down. The other gnomes, as if fearing the entrance of the witch, walk, left.)
Suk— Better get up.