INGOLF. Aren't we at the ledge yet?
STEINDOR. Not quite.
INGOLF (pulling on).
STEINDOR. She looks strange now. She is grasping the rope firmly—she is cringing. She looks like a spider winding her way up.
THE VOICE OF HADDA PADDA. Ingolf!
INGOLF. Well!
THE VOICE OP HADDA PADDA. I will rest on the ledge.
INGOLF (continues pulling). You will be up soon!
THE VOICE OF HADDA PADDA. No, no, Ingolf! The rope is too tight.—You must not pull like that.—The rope hurts me so under my breast. (The rope relaxed; Ingolf stops pulling.)
STEINDOR (motions to him). You must hold the rope tight, so that she can raise herself up to the ledge.—Well, now she is there!