Wherein God makes an evening feast for me.
The house at last: I know the twisted path
Under the twisted pear-tree: this I saw
In the first dream I had ere I was born.
It is the house of God. He welcomes me.

[_Strides forward._]

REDFEATHER.

_That_ house. God's blood!

OLIVE [_hysterically_].

Is not this hell's own wit?

THE WILD KNIGHT.

God grows impatient, and His wine is poured,
His bread is broken.

[_Rushes forward._]

REDFEATHER [_leaps between_].

Stand away, great fool,
There is a devil there!

THE WILD KNIGHT [_draws his sword, and waves it as he rushes_].