INGOLF.  You don’t really intend to go down?

HADDA PADDA [ties one end around her waist].  I intend to do what I can to find my lost treasure again.  STEINDOR.  You will not go far, I think, before you ask us to pull you up.

HADDA PADDA.  I have been lowered into this gorge before.

INGOLF [takes the loose end].  I forbid you to go down, Hrafnhild.

HADDA PADDA.  You forbid me? ...  I forbid you to touch this rope. 
Or, shall we see who is stronger? [pulls the rope.]

INGOLF [coming nearer to her, he lets the rope slip] I know what you are thinking, Hrafnhild.  You want us to go down again, and you know this is the only way you can get us to do it.

HADDA PADDA.  Do you think I am afraid to go down?  It would only give me joy.  And if you didn’t find the pearls, when you looked for them the second time, I would go down, anyhow.  I would never be at rest until I had searched myself. (Ingolf lets go of the rope, takes Steindor aside—­he nods.  They both look at Hrafnhild while she fastens the rope around her waist more securely.)

INGOLF.  What are you going to do now?

HADDA PADDA (having finished tying the knot, holds the rope out to them).  Will you hold the rope while I go down?

INGOLF.  No, I won’t.

STEINDOR.  I won’t either.

HADDA PADDA (bites her lips, stares at the men).  Go on home!  (Starts to wind up the rope.) I don’t need you.  You think I can’t do without you?  You think the mountain hasn’t stones heavy enough to keep me up? (Runs away, and disappears toward the mountain.)

INGOLF.  I don’t remember exactly—­it’s quite impossible to enter the gorge from below, isn’t it?

STEINDOR.  So far, only the birds have that privilege.  It’s a headlong precipice on three sides!

INGOLF.  I won’t let Hrafnhild go down.

STEINDOR.  She says she has gone down in the gorge before.  Is that true?

INGOLF (nods reluctantly).  Yes.

STEINDOR.  When was that?

INGOLF.  Last summer.

STEINDOR.  Did you hold the rope?

INGOLF.  I did.

STEINDOR.  Well, then I don’t know what you are afraid of.

INGOLF.  It seems strange that Hrafnhild should come up here.

STEINDOR.  She came with the spade.

INGOLF.  It seems strange we didn’t find the pearls, if they were in the gorge.

STEINDOR.  She’ll be lucky if they are ever found.

INGOLF.  It seems strange that she dropped them.  When I saw that she herself was coming here, it flashed across my mind, that she hadn’t dropped the pearls in the gorge after all.

STEINDOR.  I don’t understand—­what are you driving at?  Do you think it is something she invented?  Why should she?

INGOLF.  I am afraid to let her go down.

HADDA PADDA [enters with a large stone in her arms which she places on the edge.  She has the coil of rope thrown over her shoulder.  Laughs].  So you haven’t gone yet! [Takes the spade and starts to dig.] Don’t you think I can do without you now?  I will dig a deep, deep hole.  Then I’ll tie one end of the rope around the stone, and place it into the hole.—­Then I’ll go and get more stones up in the mountain and pile them up.  You will see how well it will hold.