Ichabod rides Gunpowder, approaching the Ruined Cottage. He finds Katrina crouched over the hearthstone. Her horse grazes. She hears his horse and turns. ICHABOD:Katrina... Ichabod dismounts. Katrina had made a small fire. She is "doing magic." Mumbling. She turns to look at Ichabod in anger and tears. ICHABOD:(CONT'D)(sympathetically)You took the papers and burned them... ? KATRINA:So that you would not have them to accuse my father... ! ICHABOD:I... I accuse no one... but if there is guilt I cannot alter it no matter how much it grieves me... and no spells of yours can alter it either... KATRINA:If you knew my father you would not have such harsh thoughts about him -- no, nor if you felt anything for me! ICHABOD:(in torment)I am pinioned by a chain of reasoning! Why else did his four friends conspire to conceal... ? KATRINA:You are the Constable, not I -- so find another chain of reasoning and let me be. ICHABOD:I cannot -- not the one or the other. I am heartsick with it. KATRINA:I think you have no heart -- and I had a mind once to give you mine. Katrina mounts her horse, which rears up. She is momentarily like a female warrior, her eyes ablaze with anger and tears. ICHABOD:(cries out)Yes -- I think you loved me that day when you followed me into the Western Woods! -- to have braved such peril! KATRINA:(scornfully)What peril was there for me if it was my own father who controlled the Headless Horseman?! Good-bye,Ichabod Crane!I curse the day you came to Sleepy Hollow! Ichabod watches her gallop away and hides his anguished face for comfort in Gunpowder's neck.