Freder caught him. He sank upon his knee. Georgi’s head fell upon his breast.
“Warn ... warn ... the town ...” said Georgi.
“And are you dying—?” gave Freder as answer. His bewildered eyes ran along the walls in the niches of which slept the thousand-year-old dead. “There is no justice in this world!”
“Uttermost justice ...” said eleven thousand eight hundred and eleven. “From weakness—sin.... From sin—atonement.... Warn ... the town!—Warn...!”
“I’m going to leave you alone—!”
“I beg you to ... beg you—!”
Freder got up, despair in his eyes. He ran to the passage, in which the multitude had died away.
“Not that way—!” said Georgi. “You won’t get through that way any more—!”
“I know no other way....”
“I’ll take you....”