[Points with a flourish to the hut.] There you have it, before your very eyes.
Maia.
[Looks at him.] That old pig-stye!
Ulfheim.
[Laughing in his beard.] It has harboured more than one king’s daughter, I can tell you.
Maia.
Was it there that that horrid man you told me about came to the king’s daughter in the form of a bear?
Ulfheim.
Yes, my fair companion of the chase—this is the scene. [With a gesture of invitation.] If you would deign to enter——
Maia.