LADY. Poor old man! When I got into the boat, he said: My child,
beyond lies the world. When you've seen enough, come back to your
mountains, and they will hide you. Now I've seen enough. Enough!

STRANGER. Let's go. It's beginning to grow dusk already. (They pick
up their travelling capes and go on.)


SCENE VI

IN A RAVINE

[Entrance to a ravine between steep cliffs covered with pines. In
the foreground a wooden shanty, a broom by the door with a ramshorn
hanging from its handle. Left, a smithy, a red glow showing through
its open door. Right, a flourmill. In the background the road
through the ravine with mill-stream and footbridge. The rock
formations look like giant profiles.]

[On the rise of the curtain the SMITH is at the smithy door and the
MILLER'S WIFE at the door of the mill. When the LADY enters they
sign to one another and disappear. The clothing of both the LADY
and the STRANGER is torn and shabby.]

STRANGER. They're hiding, from us, probably.

LADY. I don't think so.

STRANGER. What a strange place! Everything seems conspire to arouse
disquiet. What's that broom there? And the horn with ointment?