They are storm-blasts form the peaks, man! Just look how the clouds
are rolling and sinking--soon they'll be all around us like a winding
-sheet!


IRENE.

[With a start and shiver.] I know that sheet!


MAIA.

[Drawing ULFHEIM away.] Let us make haste and get down.


ULFHEIM.

[To PROFESSOR RUBEK.] I cannot help more than one. Take refuge in
the hut in the mean-time--while the storm lasts. Then I shall send
people up to fetch the two of you away.


IRENE.

[In terror.] To fetch us away! No, no!


ULFHEIM.