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RHODA.
I see.--It makes a kind of cross.
MICHAELIS.
You see it too! And do you see what it means--this sign that my feet have marked across the length and breadth of a continent?
_He begins again to pace the room._
--And that crowd of stricken souls out yonder, raised up as by miracle, their broken bodies crying to be healed,--do you see what they mean?
RHODA.
_In a steady voice._
They mean what my aunt said this morning. They mean that your great hour has come.
MICHAELIS.
My hour! my hour!
_He comes nearer, and speaks in a quieter tone._
I knew a young Indian once, a Hopi boy, who made songs and sang them to his people. One evening we sat on the roof of the chief's house and asked him to sing. He shook his head, and went away in the starlight.
The next morning, I found him among the rocks under the mesa, with an empty bottle by his side.--He never sang again! Drunkenness had taken him. He never sang again, or made another verse.
RHODA.
What has that to do with you? It's not--? You don't mean that you--?
MICHAELIS.
No. There is a stronger drink for such as I am!
RHODA.
_Forcing herself to go on._
What--"stronger drink"?
MICHAELIS.
_Wildly._
The wine of this world! The wine-bowl that crowns the feasting table of the children of this world.
RHODA.
What do you mean by--the wine of this world?
MICHAELIS.
You know that! Every woman knows.
_He points out of the window, at the sky flushed with sunset color._
Out there, at this moment, in city and country, souls, thousands upon thousands of souls, are das.h.i.+ng in pieces the cup that holds the wine of heaven, the wine of G.o.d's shed blood, and lifting the cups of pa.s.sion and of love, that crown the feasting table of the children of this earth! Look! The very sky is blood-red with the lifted cups. And we two are in the midst of them. Listen what I sing there, on the hills of light in the sunset: "Oh, how beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of my beloved!"
_A song rises outside, loud and near at hand--Michaelis listens, his expression gradually changing from pa.s.sionate excitement to brooding distress._
_Vaguely, as the music grows fainter and dies away._
I--we were saying--.
_He grasps her arm in nervous apprehension._
For G.o.d's sake, tell me.--Are there many people--waiting--out there?
RHODA.
Hundreds, if not thousands.
MICHAELIS.
_Walks about._
Thousands.--Thousands of thousands!--
_He stops beside her._
You won't leave me alone?
RHODA.
_Hesitates, then speaks with decision._
No.
MICHAELIS.
_Continuing his walk._
Thousands of thousands!
_The hall door opens, Dr. Littlefield and a Clergyman, the Rev.
John Culpepper, enter. The latter stares inquiringly from Michaelis to the Doctor, who nods affirmatively, and adjusts his gla.s.ses._
CULPEPPER.
