[A sound is heard like the wing-strokes of great birds.
Bird-cries.
Comes he now, Boyg?
The Voice.
Ay, step by step.
Bird-cries.
All our sisters far off! Gather here to the tryst!
Peer.
If you’d save me now, lass, you must do it quick!
Gaze not adown so, lowly and bending.—