LADY INGER. It rests with you to tighten them as you will.
ELINA. With me?
LADY INGER. I have long seen that Ostrat is as a cage to you.
The young falcon chafes behind the iron bars.
ELINA. My wings are clipped. Even if you set me free—it would
avail me little.
LADY INGER. Your wings are not clipped, except by your own will.
ELINA. Will? My will is in your hands. Be what you once were,
and I too——
LADY INGER. Enough, enough. Hear what remains—— It would
scarce break your heart to leave Ostrat?
ELINA. Maybe not, my mother!
LADY INGER. You told me once, that you lived your happiest life in tales and histories. What if that life were to be yours once more?
ELINA. What mean you?