Abbot—Then tell me.
Father Benedict— (Reaching down and getting his staff.)
The dwarf did not kill him.
Abbot— How?
Is he not dead?
Father Benedict—By this time, he may be.
Abbot—I still don't see where Oswald's fault comes in.
(He takes up the lamp.)
Father Benedict—We will let God decide whose fault it is.
(He goes out.)
Abbot—How did it happen?
Father Benedict—God was there; ask him.