LABOURER. Seven!
PEASANT. How many quarters?
LABOURER[ looks at the numbers marked on the barn door ] Twenty-six quarters. And this is the seventh bushel of the twenty-seventh quarter.
PEASANT. It won't all go in; the barn is nearly full!
LABOURER. Shovel it nice and even.
PEASANT. So I will.
Exit with measure.
LABOURER[ alone, takes off his cap, his horns appear ] It will be some time before he returns. I'll ease my horns a bit. [ Horns rise ] And I'll take my boots off too; I can't do it when he's here. [ Takes his boots off, his hoofs appear. Sits on the threshold ] It's the third year now. It's near the time of reckoning. There's more corn than there's room for. Only one more thing left to teach him, and then let the Chief come and see for himself. I'll have something worth showing him! He'll forgive me for that crust!
Neighbour approaches. Labourer hides his horns and hoofs.
NEIGHBOUR. Good day to you.