My love, my dear love, there is too much beauty about you. You are an answer to the last wish of a man's heart that blows him over the gates of Paradise. Anyone would weep if the face of God were to shine out suddenly through their prayers.
Dea
Oh, I understand all that. I have felt that so often about you.
[She puts her hand tenderly on his. Suddenly she raises herself on her elbow.]
Gwymplane! Ursus! I think—I think I am about to see! There are bright stretches of colour beginning behind my eyes.
[She lifts herself into a sitting position, stretching out her arms. There is a long pause.]
[She is looking up into the sky, which is becoming radiant with streaks of dawn.]
I see a million pale ribbons fluttering through grey vapour. They are widening into rivers of colour, into vast dazzling spaces and some divine form is shining through now and sweeping all the darkness away off the world, with his golden wings.
Gwymplane [turning ecstatically to Ursus]