[She waits. Only the gust. Then springing up and stretching wide her arms with wild, blind eyes.]
Prophet of Israel, arise! Not in
The name of Baal, Amon, Ashtoreth,
Dagon or all the deities that dream
In trembling temples of Idolatry,
But of Jehovah! of Jehovah! rise!
[An elemental cry is heard. Then vast wavering forms rise out of the earth, in continuous stream. Miriam, with a long curdling shriek, sinks moaning to her knees.]
SAUL
Woman, I cannot—dare not—look upon it.
Utter thy sight.