ANATHEMA.
Are they not carrying the dead on the stretchers, swaying with measured steps? Look, David, and dare to say: "Come this way, to me. I am he who resurrects the dead!"
DAVID.
Tormented.
You know no love, Nullius.
ANATHEMA.
"I am he who restores sight to the blind"—
Loudly, through the window.
This way! Nations of the earth, seeking God,—come together, at the feet of David—he is here!
DAVID.