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[A sunny valley, rich in flowers, trees, and vegetation of all kinds, and surrounded
by lofty snow-capped mountains. In the center of the background a quiet
mountain tarn; on the left side a rocky cliff which drops straight down to the
water. On the same side nearer the front of the stage a very old log hut, almost
entirely hidden in the dense shrubbery. The glow of dawn shines over the
mountains; in the valley itself the day is only half begun; during the following
scene's the sun rises.]
[ALFHILD lies sleeping and half concealed among the bushes beside the hut;
soft music indicates her shifting dreams. OLAF comes down the hillside to the
right. Over his wedding clothes he wears a coarse cloak.]
OLAF. Here it was; I know the green there this side of the tarn. It was yonder
beneath the linden tree that I dreamed my strange dream. On the slope of the
mountain there I stood when Alfhild for the first time came to meet me; I placed
my betrothal ring on the string of my bow and shot;--that shot has proved a magic
shot; it struck the huntsman himself.
OLAF. It is strange that when I wander up here, far from the village below, it
seems as if another atmosphere played around me, as if a more vigorous blood
flowed in my veins, as if I had another mind, another soul.
OLAF. Where is she now?
OLAF. I shall,--I will find her again! Up here she must come; she has no home
out there in the cold wide world. And I--am I not also a homeless fugitive? Did I
not become a stranger in my mother's house, a stranger among my kinsmen, the
very first hour I met her?
OLAF. Is she then a witch,--has she power over secret arts as--?
OLAF. My mother! Hm! It seems to me it would scarcely be well for me to allow
her to manage my life; she insinuates thoughts into my heart which do not belong
there. No, no, I will find Alfhild again and ask forgiveness for the wrong I have
done, and then--
[He stops and looks out to the left.]
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