[Faintly.] Yes, that too. But go and look over. Those two, coming
up---


ULFHEIM.

[Goes and bends over the edge of the precipice.] It's only your bird
of prey--and his strange lady.


MAIA.

Can't we get past them--without their seeing us?


ULFHEIM.

Impossible! The path is far too narrow. And there's no other way
down.


MAIA.

[Nerving herself.] Well, well--let us face them here, then!


ULFHEIM.

Spoken like a true bear-killer, comrade!