In a whisper.
We must flee, David, flee!
DAVID.
Joyously.
Yes, yes, Nullius,—we must flee.
ANATHEMA.
I shall hide you in a dark room which no one knows of; when they fall asleep, tired of waiting and hungry, I shall lead you through the sleeping people—and will save you.
DAVID.
Joyously.
Yes, yes, save me.