Seizes Anathema by the arm.
Listen how they are shouting. They are coming this way, to me—oh, save me, Nullius!
ANATHEMA.
There is no way.
Holding David.
There is an abyss.
DAVID.
What shall I do, Nullius? Shall I, mayhap, hurl myself down and dash my head against the rocks? But am I a wicked wretch that I should come to God without His calling me? Oh, if God only called me—faster than an arrow would my old soul rush to Him....
Listens.
They are shouting. They are calling ... calling? Step aside, Nullius; I want to pray.