To the desert, Nullius, to the desert!
ANATHEMA.
Quickly.
Let us run. There is a cellar here of which no one knows. There are old barrels there, and there is the smell of wine. I shall hide you. And when they fall asleep—
DAVID.
To the desert! To the desert!
They rush out quickly. Disorder and silence in the room.. Through the open window soon comes in the noise of voices and of brass trumpets, moans and sobs of the mob,—"Da-a-a-vid!"
And with its pages bent under it, like a house that is falling apart, lies the Bible, with its back upward.