WIGLAF--The birds are free to sing Val-father's songs.
Wiglaf must sing the songs men bid him sing
Or have his tongue pulled out.
CANZLER-- Speaking of Faith,
How can a good man have a bad Faith? Isn't
His life his Faith?
HARTZEL-- Life his faith? Just so; but--
But circumstances, Canzler. If we knew--
WIGLAF--He thinks I've been a scoundrel.
HARTZEL-- I don't say.
I don't say that, for I don't know.
WIGLAF-- Don't know!
(_Back through the trees to the left, Selma is seen
going toward the cottage._)
FRITZ-- (_Shouting in Hartzel's ear._)
He says you think he's been a scoundrel? Think
That's why they tried to kill him?
HARTZEL--(_In amazement._) Why--why--no:
I did not hear, Wiglaf; your back was turned.
SELMA-- (_Holding up her basket._)
I found them, Father. See? I said I would.
WIGLAF--That island, Canzler, where they say our race
Rebuilt its kingdom, who knows aught of it?
CANZLER--No word has reached us from that far off land.