REDFEATHER.

These frozen fools....

[_The Lady Olive comes out of the chapel. He sees her._]

Oh, they were right enough.
Where shall I hide my carrion from the sun?

[_Buries his face. His hat drops to the ground._]

OLIVE [_looking up._]

Captain, are you from church? I saw you not.

REDFEATHER.

No, I am here.

[_Lays his hand on a gargoyle._]

I, too, am a grotesque,
And dance with all the devils on the roof.

OLIVE [_with a strange smile._]

For Satan, also, I have often prayed.

REDFEATHER [_roughly_].