MAIA.

[Is heard singing triumphantly among the hills.]

I am free! I am free! I am free!
No more life in the prison for me!
I am free as a bird! I am free!




ACT THIRD.


[A wild riven mountain-side, with sheer precipices at the back.
Snow-clad peaks rise to the right, and lose themselves in drifting
mists. To the left, on a stone-scree, stands an old, half-ruined
hut. It is early morning. Dawn is breaking. The sun has not
yet risen.

[MAIA comes, flushed and irritated, down over the stone-scree on the
left. ULFHEIM follows, half angry, half laughing, holding her
fast by the sleeve.


MAIA.

[Trying to tear herself loose.] Let me go! Let me go, I say!