Ber. Farewell!
Ard. You shall not see them till my prayers
Have turned their hearts from blood.
Ber. Part thou with hope
And pain will leave thee too. That is the wrench,
Not death.
Ard. Stay, stay! Are there not miracles yet?
I'll hide you yonder till——
Ber. They come!
[Hurries up pass, staggers and falls]
Ard. He faints!
The miracle begins! Here, Barca, Gaina,
Bear him aside. He swift! Then come to me.
O, gently, Barca! Haste!
[Barca draws Bertrand behind the rocks]
He shall be saved!
Thou'lt not deny me, Heaven! O, forget
That ever I blasphemed Thee!
[Enter, above, Biondel and Vigard]
Vig. Who is here?
Ard. My brothers!