[Taking the dogs' leash out of his pocket.] Then I had better see
about tying you.


MAIA.

Have you gone quite mad? Would you tie me?


ULFHEIM.

If I am a demon, let me be a demon! So that's the way of it! You
can see the horns, can you?


MAIA.

[Soothingly.] There, there, there! Now try to behave nicely, Mr.
Ulfheim. [Breaking off.] But what has become of that hunting-castle
of yours, that you boasted so much of? You said it lay somewhere
hereabouts.


ULFHEIM.

[Points with a flourish to the hut.] There you have it, before your
very eyes.