OLIVE.

But He is all too beautiful
For us who only know of stars and flowers.
The thing within is all too pure and fair,

[_Shudders._]

Too awful in its ancient innocence,
For men to look upon it and not die;
Ourselves would fade into those still white fires
Of peace and mercy.

[_Struggles with her voice._]

There ... enough ... the law--
No flesh shall look upon the Lord and live.

REDFEATHER [_sticking his sword in the ground_].

You are the bravest lady in the world.

THE WILD KNIGHT [_dazed_].

May I not go within?

REDFEATHER.

Keep you the law--