Of princes and trolls and of all sorts of beasts;
And of bride-rapes as well. Ah, but who could have dreamt
That those devil’s yarns would have stuck in his head?
[In a fresh access of terror.
Hu! What a scream! It’s the nixie or droug![[45]]
Peer! Peer!—Up there on that hillock——!
[She runs to the top of a little rise, and looks out over the tarn. Solveig’s Father and Mother come up.
Åse.
Not a sign to be seen!
The Father.