FATHER BENEDICT--And called, then, I suppose, upon the dwarf.
Did he appear and give him back his eyes?
I judge not, from these tears that trickle down.
And did no sinner's wail go up to God?
God, Pierre, will plant eyes in his blind soul.
With what cry hoisted he sail for the dark land?
PIERRE-- (_Between sobs._)
"Father--Woden!"
FATHER BENEDICT--Ha, and he saw him, then!
Cried to the Father that the heathen god
Was putting out his eyes! 'Tis well. In that
Last flash God showed him whence the darkness came.
(_One of the men who came back with Pierre whispers
to the Priest._)
PIERRE--Lord Jesus knows that it was not his fault.
FATHER BENEDICT-- (_Amazed._)
Did he do that, Pierre, did he do that?
PIERRE--'Twas not his fault.