ELY--Tell me. Go on.
PIERRE-- When the full orb shall burst.
ELY--What do you mean?
PIERRE--(_Mounting the steps._) I dare not speak it.
ELY-- Brother!
PIERRE--Ely, we stand in darkness by the Tomb,
And little beams flash on us from the chinks,
But the full glory, flooding all the vault,
Awaits the angel.
ELY-- Is it the dream you mean?
PIERRE--No one must ever tell him, Father says.
ELY--You think then that the dream will be fulfilled?
That it is Oswald whom the hounds of Hell
Will chase up some vast mountain of the soul?