[Starts toward river.
I will cast
Myself to the soul-world
And bid the dead
To bring you evil!
Then the priest shall ...
[Breaks off—for standing in the arbour is the priest, pale and spectral. He has come up to the steps from the river. At the sight Sanko plucks her back, as if from a ghost. A pause, then the priest speaks sacrosanctly.
The Priest. The Christ looks on you,
[Lifts a crucifix.
You, a murderer—
Tho it is not
I you have murdered.
[Sanko gazes.
One slept with me,
A gentle servant,
Slept in my cloak ... you have slain him.
[Steps forward.