THE CHILD (caressing him)
MAURTEEN
No, no.
FATHER HART
Because you are so young and like a bird,
That must take fright at every stir of the leaves,
I will go take it down.
THE CHILD
Hide it away!
And cover it out of sight and out of mind!
(FATHER HART takes crucifix from wall and carries it towards inner room.)
FATHER HART