SEELCHEN. Do you wish to sleep here?
LAMOND. Please.
SEELCHEN. All the beds are full—it is a pity. I will call Mother.
LAMOND. I've come to go up the Great Horn at sunrise.
SEELCHEN. [Awed] The Great Horn! But he is impossible.
LAMOND. I am going to try that.
SEELCHEN. There is the Wine Horn, and the Cow Horn.
LAMOND. I have climbed them.
SEELCHEN. But he is so dangerous—it is perhaps—death.
LAMOND. Oh! that's all right! One must take one's chance.