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Maia.
A pair of ugly horns, just like yours, yes.
Ulfheim.
Can you see the poor little horns I have?
Maia.
Yes, I seem to see them quite plainly.
Ulfheim.
[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.
Maia.
[Looks at him.] That old pig-stye!
