What are you saying?
STEINDOR. But why has she made the rope so taut? (He is amazed.)
INGOLF. What is the matter?
STEINDOR. Hadda Padda is standing on her head in the air.
INGOLF ...?
STEINDOR. She is bracing her feet against the rock. Look out!
(Ingolf braces his feet against the sides of the hole. Steindor
gets up.)
INGOLF. Stay where you are, and tell me--I'll raise her up in a
moment, [He pulls the rope with all his strength. A moment later
he is dragged prostrate, out to the edge.]
STEINDOR (runs to him, catching hold of him). Great God! Is she
insane? I wouldn't have suspected this.
INGOLF (in a low voice). Where does she get that strength from?
(The rope is pulled still more violently than before; they are
both dragged forward. Ingolf rolls on his back, using all his
power to draw up the rope.)
INGOLF. Loosen the rope, quick! Ill try to hold on. (Steindor
hurries to loosen the rope. While he is doing it, Ingolf struggles
to hold fast. Now he is holding his arms high up in the air, rope
in hand; now his arms are pulled down. Each time Steindor thinks
he is on the verge of giving up, he lets go of the rope, and
catches hold of Ingolf.
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