Don Manuel de Lara: You have not lately, I think, visited your home?
Sister Pilar: Not since I was professed.... I obey the bull of Pope Boniface, that nuns should keep their cloister.
Don Manuel de Lara: Your sister, Violante, has lately been wed.
Sister Pilar (eagerly): Little Violante? She was but a child when I took the black veil. Whom has she wedded?
Don Manuel de Lara: Er ... er ... a comrade in arms of mine. A knight of Old Castille ... one Don Manuel de Lara.
Sister Pilar: And what manner of man is he? I should wish little Violante to be happy.
Don Manuel de Lara: He passes for a brave soldier. He has brought her the skulls of many Moors. She has filled them with earth and planted them with bulbs. Daffodils grow out of their eyes and nose.
Sister Pilar: A strange device!
Don Manuel de Lara: ’Twas Don Manuel showed her it; such are the whimsies of Old Castille. In that country we like to play with death.
Sister Pilar: Yet ... yet is it not a toy.