RUTH (appealingly). But soldiers in the valley, Guy! You'll never be forgiven. It always will be war between you and the weavers if you bring soldiers here. They'll be revenged.
GUY (straightening his back and taking the second spur, bending to put it on). Meantime, I've got to save the factory.
RUTH. And I have got to save the factory and you.
GUY. You!
RUTH (tensely). Can I do nothing, Guy?
EPHRAIM (holding out the paper, without rising). The summons, Guy.
GUY (replying to Ruth). Yes. You can pass me the summons.
(He bends, fastening the spur. Ruth goes slowly to Ephraim, takes the paper and hesitates as if intending to tear it, then jerks her head and takes it to Guy, who accepts, straightening himself and pocketing it.)
GUY. Ah! That's all right.
EPHRAIM (who has been filling three wine glasses, rising with glass). Here's to your ride, Guy.