Ard. I dare not stay.
[As she nears the great doors they rumble shut and are noisily barred without]
Ard. Ho! Open, open, open! I pray you, open!
[Beats on door, then leans to the silence]
Shut in ... shut in! So Oswald's treachery
Begins with me. My father, we are lost.
You are to die, and I—to-morrow, oh,
My honor will go wasting on the fields
With every soldier's breath! You hear, my lord?
We are shut in....
Ber. The miracle!
Ard. Together....
Ber. The sign! the sign!
Ard. For all the night....
Ber. For all
Eternity! There is no other way.
I take you as from Christ. My bride, my bride!
[Curtain]
Scene 2. The same. Gray of morning seen through grating of window, rear, where Bertrand stands looking out and upward. Ardia is sleeping on a couch. The dawn-light wakes her and she starts up.