Princess: I feel a wind at this very time that
is blowing from the wilderness of the sea, and
I am changing with it.... There. (Pulls down
her hair.) Let my mane go free! I will race
you, Prince, I will race you! The wind of March
will not overtake me, Prince, and I running on the
top of the white waves!
(Runs out; Prince entranced, rushes to door.)
Aunts: (Catching hold of him.) Are you going
mad wild like herself?
Prince: Oh, I will go after her!
First Aunt: (Clutching him) Do not! She
will drag you to destruction.
Prince: (Struggling to door.) What matter! Let
me go or she will escape me! (Shaking himself
free.) I will never stop till I come to her.
(He rushes out, Second Aunt still holding on
to him.)
First Aunt: What at all has come upon him?
I never knew him this way before!
(She trots after him.)
Princess: (Comes leaping in by window.) They
are gone running the road to Muckanish! But
they won't find me!