Pierre—Ely, we stand in darkness by the Tomb,
And little beams flash on us from the chinks,
But the full glory, flooding all the vault,
Awaits the angel.
Ely— Is it the dream you mean?
Pierre—No one must ever tell him, Father says.
Ely—You think then that the dream will be fulfilled?
That it is Oswald whom the hounds of Hell
Will chase up some vast mountain of the soul?
Pierre—Soon the stone will stir. (He enters the chapel.)
Ely— Pierre!
(While Ely stands hoping that Pierre will reappear, loud laughter breaks from the open door of the dormitory, and Simon and Basil come sprawling out. The former is pulling at a piece of flesh. Ely's face shows anger, and he starts left.)
Basil— His crutches!
(He laughs aloud.)
Simon—Here he is now. Ely!