A marshy, wooded country. A dark, still lake among the trees. Watch-fires in the distance. Moonlight, with driving clouds.
Several soldiers on guard in the foreground.
Makrina and the Women.
[Singing without, on the left.
Woe to us! Woe!
Upon us all
God’s wrath will fall!
Death we shall know!
One of the Soldiers.
[Listening.] Hark! Do you hear? The Galilean women are singing over yonder.