Rheinhardt.
[Off.] What is it? [Entering.] Your father! Wounded!
Vera.
Selim attacked him, but I can't understand why he is like this.
Rheinhardt.
[Hurrying up to Carlyon.] Let me see.
Carlyon.
[Pushing him aside and rising cautiously, he speaks wanderingly but without violence.] A little thing like that cannot hurt a man. My horse is tired, terribly tired; you said you would give me one of yours. [Reeling again; moaning to himself.] You pitiful civilised crowds, I want no more of you! You haven't beaten me, but you can't understand, you can't obey! [Moves unsteadily away towards the trees.
Vera.
Where do you want to go? [Tries to bring him back.