The mountain mist is more dangerous still.
[She shakes him off, goes to the edge of the precipice and looks over, but starts quickly back.
Ulfheim.
[Goes towards her, laughing.] What? Does it make you a little giddy?
Maia.
[Faintly.] Yes, that too. But go and look over. Those two, coming up——
Ulfheim.
[Goes and bends over the edge of the precipice.] It’s only your bird of prey—and his strange lady.
Maia.
Can’t we get past them—without their seeing us?