Abiathar. Foolhardy, no
Return into the cave, and ere too late!
(Merab, veiled, enters behind them.)
David. 'Twas Michal and no other.
Abiathar. You are duped.
David (searching). The breathing of archangels could not so
Have swung the burden from me as her ... Ha!
(Sees Merab; slowly recoils.)
Merab. It is not Michal.
David. No—it is not Michal.
(Motions the priest aside.)
Merab. Yet it is one who——