Retreating a step.
I am afraid, Nullius. This is the same one we met on the road, with a red little beard.... I fear him, Nullius.
ANATHEMA.
Meet them proudly. Strike them with the truth, David,—with the truth!
DAVID.
But do not leave me alone, Nullius, or I shall forget again where the truth is.
People appear on the fence. They are exhausted, mud-covered, like David. They seem to be blind yet their faces are radiant with joy, and they keep exclaiming: "Da-vid! Da-vid!"
DAVID.
Outstretching his arms.
Back—