(_Swinging it around his head and hurling it toward
the village._)
You men in steel!
(_He goes back under the tree and gets the baskets
and comes out into the road. The dwarf stoops
to pick up the crucifix that lies in the dirt
about a yard from the Bailiff's hand._)
Canzler-- Nay, let it lie, my boy.
(_He takes the boy by the hand and they return
across the bridge. The Bailiff stirs, lifts
himself to his elbow, and stretches his hand
toward the crucifix. He cannot reach it and
falls back and lies still._)