(He drinks and again holds the cup toward Pierre.)
Abbot— Benedict,—
Father Benedict—One more.
Abbot— Don't think—
Father Benedict— The night is in my veins.
Basil—(To Rene.) It's a dry night.
Father Benedict— (Holding up the cup.)
But the red dawn is breaking— (He drinks.)
Rene— (To Basil.)
The abbey here.
Father Benedict—And lightening— (He drinks.)
Basil—(To Rene.) The great deep.