Hans Lorbass. Where else? I trust in the charm thou hast wrung from the witch-wife. I remember it well. [Repeating] "The first of the feathers"--no, it is burned. [Repeating] "The second feather, mark it well, shall bring her to thee in love; for when thou--burnest--it"-- [Stops.]
King. "Alone in the dying glow, she must wander by night and appear before thee."
Hans Lorbass. Well?
King [in great agitation]. The thought thou hast thrown out in faring jest, has lain a last hope, deep within my hearts shrinking depths.
Hans Lorbass. Why hast thou when so devil-ridden, not yielded to the strain?
King. Hast thou forgot what else she said?
Hans Lorbass. What she said--she spoke of the third feather.
King [repeating]. "Until the third has perished in the flame, thy hand stretched forth shall bless her"--
Hans Lorbass [going on]. "but the third burning brings her death"--
King. Suppose she should come now and vanish again?