Dansberg. Then I will wait for him.
(He sits down on a log.)
Dansberg. Then I will wait for him.Tell me, where are we?
We should be near the castle gate; and yet
I feel too many dead leaves on the sward.
Icelin.The storm that blew last night has blown them here.
Dansberg.There should be wind upon this vision’d height.
Icelin.There is no wind.
Dansberg. Icelin.There is no wind.Yes, yes, there is no wind.
What is the rustling that I hear?