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…nt and ruin all with a word? Backwards or forwards, the blow goes home either way. [Looks at her with keen fierce eyes.] Ah ! Maurya. [4 little frightened.| Come, O my brother ! It is time to go. | Criospa. No! leave me. It is but an hour. [Maurya smiles ; leaves her hand a little in his, and so passes out slowly through the open door with her eyes fixed in love and trust on
…nd cries sharply :| Ah! [Shsvers with terrible emotion.] Maurya. Criosda, ever the same! The old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to see sorrow is to taste it. Maurya. No; For such a sorrow is its own calm joy. But—share me now your pain. Criospa. [Jn agony.| No! no! not that! Maurya. [Smiling.| The priest has secrets from the goddess ? CRIOSDA. [With a cry as of physic…
…self. Criosda ! The walls of the world fall back with a crash. Where is all this? Iam out of myself: I expand. O Maurya, where art thou, little phantom of myriads of agesago? What a memory! Ah, Ah! She is falling. [Maurya staggers. Criospa, who has been watching her narrowly, catches her and lays her tenderly on the altar.| Oh, what happiness, what happiness! Criosda, dear brother, how I love you ! I wish to sleep for ever—I wish to die ! [Crrospa, who has been bending over her, leaps up, shrieks.| Criospa. The luck of Maurya ! [He draws quickl…
…a, an aged and wizened hag, of gigantic stature, is dis- covered seated C. The scene represents a lonely hill-top covered with stones. A little coarse grass grows in places. Three great menhirs stand up C. Moonlight.| Rupua. The rune of the breath. The saga of death. The secret of earth. The beginning of birth. The speech of woe. Ho! Ho!
…who rises on one knee and takes her thereon. She removes his helmet and strokes gently his haer.] Criosda, my brother ! CRIOSDA. Maurya, little sister !
…OSDA. [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.|
…e a girl, not a God. Maurya. Oh! Oh! Have I done amiss? Am I not Criospa. Stop, don’t! [Aside.] I must be man—tut ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, know Those whom we worship as our gods are gods. The power is mine: that art no skill resists. No God dethrones himself ; none can. Will he, nill he, God must be God: it 1s a luckless fate for a girl’s dower, a thankless way for a maiden’s feet. Maurya. Why, then, am I not the Goddess Maurya?
… lighted by electricity, the globes being the eyes of strange sculptured stone beasts on the walls.] So far the story is true. [Drinks a little.] Why, that 1s better already. I am again the priest of Maurya—who is the brother of Maurya? A trivial ape