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Ragnar.
I feel as if I were looking at something utterly impossible.
Hilda.
Yes, it is the impossible that he is doing now! [With the indefinable expression in her eyes.] Can you see any one else up there with him?
Ragnar.
There is no one else.
Hilda.
Yes, there is one he is striving with.
Ragnar.
You are mistaken.
Hilda.
Then do you hear no song in the air, either?
Ragnar.
It must be the wind in the tree-tops.
Hilda.
I hear a song—a mighty song! [Shouts in wild jubilation and glee.] Look, look! Now he is waving his hat! He is waving it to us down here! Oh, wave, wave back to him! For now it is finished! [Snatches the white shawl from the Doctor, waves it, and shouts up to Solness.] Hurrah for Master Builder Solness!
