food without washing your hands.

[RADA _hesitates, then goes out of the room._ ARRAM _holds out a ring to_
MICHAEL.]

Her husband's ring. I got it off his finger
When he went down. He lay there on his back
Howling like a wolf, with his belly blown out.
I put him out of his misery. Look at my hands.
Ugh! I want to wash.

[NANKO _rises and peers at them._]

NANKO
Ah, but they're red.
Red, aren't they? And there's red on your coat, too.

[_He fingers it curiously._]

I suppose that's blood, eh? People are such cowards.
Many of them never seem to understand
That man's a fighting animal. They're afraid,
Dreadfully afraid of the sight of blood.
I think it's a beautiful colour, beautiful!
You know, in the Old Testament, they used
To splash it on the door-posts.

ARRAM
[_Pushing him off._]
Go and sit down,