REDFEATHER.

What I am
You know. But I will never curse a man,
Even in a mirror.

OLIVE [_smiling at him_].

And the Devil's dance?

REDFEATHER.

The Devil plotted since the world was young
With alchemies of fire and witches' oils
And magic. But he never made a man.

OLIVE.

No; not a man.

REDFEATHER.

Not even my Lord Orm.
Look at the house now--

[_She starts and looks._]

Honest brick and tiles.