[Ursus sits with his head on his arms, which are resting on Dea's coverlet. There is a faint shrill of sighing wind, with the voices of the sailors rising beneath it, and the ascending sun commences to throw red bars across the water.
Suddenly the singing voices cease abruptly and a sailor hurries in.]
Sailor
Sir, sir, a man has fallen into the sea!
Ursus
[Starting out of his lethargy and speaking in a strange, numb voice.]
Then put the ship about. We return.
Sailor
Shall we not lower boats and make search for this man—[he shudders and crosses himself] for this man who has fallen into the sea?
Ursus [half to himself]