Or I will stab you! Even by this light
There’s blood upon your lips—and some of it
Burns on me now. Your race’s blood is poison—
His, yours, and all your race’s. You’re a witch;
A wolf, a witch, a witch! I have my sword—
So follow not! A witch, a witch, a witch!
Your blood is poison and your heart is ice!
(He flies into the forest.)
(Icelin remains standing. The ravens perch on the boughs above her head.)
(She shrieks.)