Selma—What did the fairies do?
Oswald— But ere he went,
Carved with his knife upon a tree a sign
A good man in the wood had taught him, a charm
Against the spirit of the forest. Then he
Told her strange words to say and leaving her
Kneeling upon the moss, her little hands
Folded, he went away. (A pause.)
Not for himself.
Selma—And did he not come back? Tell me the rest.
Oswald—Come with me to the bridge.
Selma— Did he come back?
Oswald—I have carved a charm.
Selma— A charm?
Oswald— For you.
Selma— For me?
(A pause.)