WANDERER.
These are our people! These are blind people from our land,—they have come to David for their eyesight.
Loudly.
Stop, stop! you have reached your destination. David is in your midst.
The blind, almost crushing the frightened David, pause and seek him with their fingers.
THE BLIND.
Where is David? Help us to find David. Where is David, who brings joy to mankind? He is here. I feel him already with my fingers. Are you David? Where is David? Where is David? Are you David?
DAVID.
Frightened voices come out of the darkness.
It is I—I am David Leizer. What is it you wish of me?