The God-Eater

12 [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.|