We thought we would try it, nevertheless. For it did not seem
particularly hard at first.


ULFHEIM.

No, at first nothing seems hard. But presently you may come to a tight
place where you can neither get forward nor back. And then you stick
fast, Professor! Mountain-fast, as we hunters call it.


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Smiles and looks at him.] Am I to take these as oracular utterances,
Mr. Ulfheim?


ULFHEIM.

Lord preserve me from playing the oracle! [Urgently, pointing up
towards the heights.] But don't you see that the storm is upon us?
Don't you hear the blasts of wind?


PROFESSOR RUBEK.

[Listening.] They sound like the prelude to the Resurrection Day.


ULFHEIM.