Macias— Stag, you say?
Andrew—It's not a stag. Its foot sounds like a paw.
Hear it? It's dragging off the carcass. Hear?
Macias—Old man, your ears are at the gates of death.
What is it that you hear in this wild night?
Awake you strike the trail I struck in sleep.
I have just had a dream in which I saw
A stag out on the mountain there dragged down.
Andrew— (Abstractedly.)
Its foot sounds like a paw.
Macias— 'Twas in the dream.
I am just from a dream in which I saw
A snow-white talbot pull a stag down.
Andrew— Dream?
Macias—And when the talbot had pulled down the buck
A pair of hands, small as a fairy's are,
Reached through the leaves and—
Andrew— Mother Mary! Hold!
I will wake Daniel.
Macias— Are all the brothers in?
(Andrew beats upon the shutter.)