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[She begins to carry him to the great door, then
notices his white robe.|
This must come off : they must not see the holy robes.
Criosda! my darling dear brother, do look at me!
[She has removed the robes. Criospa is now
seen to be dressed in a dark-green tartan kilt
and quasi-milttary tunic with silver buttons.
4 dirk hangs at his side. Its hilt is of
unusual shape, being surmounted by the
circle and cross familiar to visitors to Iona.|
Criosda! Ah yes, look up, look up !
How pale you are! There is no blood in your lips.
CRIOSDA.
[Starting violently from her arms.|
Blood! Blood !
Maurya. Lie still, dear, you are ill. Now! That is
better. Come—can you walk a. little?—we will get
Angus to help.
Criospa. No! No! I am well! I am well! Go, go!
If you love me, go. I cannot bear it longer.
Your presence is my pain. There is nothing here.
Nothing—leave me !
Maurya. Criosda, my own brother !
Criospa. Go! O devil! Devil! Maurya!
[He reaches out @ threatening arm agatnst the
empty throne. Suddenly, with an tnarticu-
late noise in his throat, he again collapses.|