A thrill of terror would run over me
To hear the curses pour from Thomas’ lips
Whene’er we spake about the brotherhood.
First Preceptor:
Our enemies are many; if one more
Is added it cannot affect us much.
Thy words have not yet made it clear to me
What my concern is with this tale of love.
Keane:
My lord, thou seest this packet in mine hand.