Second Man— (Shouting, left.)
Jules!
(He walks on a few paces and, frowning with impatience, beckons in with his arm.)
Father Benedict—This is a sudden beam on the dark web.
Jacques Sar—And his blood shed down yonder by the
bridge.
Father Benedict—And the storm moving toward that mountain top.
(To the men.)
Jacques tells me that our honored bailiff lies
His martial limbs half hanging in the grave.
Jacques Sar—I fear the bell will toll 'fore night.
Father Benedict— (deeply moved.)
The dead
Soldiers are up to meet their sergeant.