Voice—Loki wants you. (After a pause.) Kilo!
Kilo— (To himself.)
Call on; Kilo don't care. It's sweat and drudge
And puff and hammer the livelong day
At the blazing forge, and then all night
The big black sledges swing and fall.
I'm tired. You love the bells?
Voice— Kilo! You hear?
Kilo—
Dumb, are you, elf-brat? You squealed loud enough
The night that Granny found you on the moss
White as a hail-stone, thunder-whelped, and cold.
"Tweakle! tweakle!" Elf-cub, are you?
Voice— Kilo!
Kilo— (Out of temper.)
Tell him I've gone with Granny.
(From the left Zip enters. Under his arm he carries a great sword, the blade of which he is burnishing with a piece of sand-stone.)
Zip— Where is she?
Kilo—Darkening the moon.
Zip— Is to-night the time?