BLANKA. What's this? There stands a—
[She rubs her eyes and stares amazed at him.]
No, it is no dream. Who are you, stranger? What is it you seek Here on the shore?
GANDALF. Step first from off the mound,— Then we can talk at ease.
BLANKA. [Comes down.] Well, here I am!
BLANKA. [Aside as she looks him over.] The chain mail o'er his breast, the copper helmet,— Exactly as my father has related.
BLANKA. [Aloud.] Take off your helmet!
GANDALF. Why?
BLANKA. Well, take it off!
BLANKA. [Aside.] Two sparkling eyes, locks like a field of grain,— Exactly as I saw him in my dream.