If you don't want to you need not do it,--I shall not fight with you. Have I come here for that purpose? I simply roamed about the world and came here by mere accident--I have nothing to do, so I roam about. And now I am going to throw dice. If He were not so serious, I would have invited Him, too,--but He is too proud, too proud, and He does not understand the pleasure of the game. Six, eight, twenty--correct! It's always correct when the Devil plays, even when he plays honestly.... David Leizer ... David Leizer ... _Turning to the Guardian of the Entrances, he speaks freely._ Do you know David Leizer? You surely do not know him. He is a sick and foolish old Jew, whom no one knows, and even your Master has forgotten about him. So says David Leizer, and I cannot help believing him--he is a foolish, but honest man. He is the man I have won just now with my dice--you saw it: six, eight, twenty.... One day I met David Leizer by the seashore, when he was questioning what the waves were complaining of; and I liked him. He is a foolish, but honest man, and if he should be well tarred and lighted, he would make a brilliant torch for my feast. _Chatting with feigned ease, he steps over softly to the rock nearest the Guardian._ No one knows David Leizer, but I shall make him famous, I shall make him mighty and great--it is very possible that I shall even make him immortal! You do not believe me? No one believes the wise Anathema, even when he speaks the truth--and who loves the truth more than Anathema does? Perhaps you? You silent dog, you who have stolen the truth from the world, you who have barred the entrances with iron!... _He rushes furiously toward the Guardian of the Entrances, but retreats from the stern, motionless Guardian, with a shriek of horror and pain. And he speaks plaintively, falling with his grey chest upon the grey rock._ Oh, the Devil's hair is grey! Weep, you who have grown fond of Anathema! Wail and grieve, you who are striving toward Truth, who are honoring wisdom--Anathema's hair is grey! Who will help the son of Dawn? He is alone in the universe. Wherefore, O Great One, have you frightened the fearless Anathema--he did not intend to strike you, he only wanted to approach you. May I come over to you? Tell me. _The Guardian of the Entrances is silent, but to Anathema it seems that he hears something in the silence. Outstretching his serpentine neck, he shouts passionately_. Louder! Louder! Are you silent, or did you speak? I do not understand. The accursed one has a sensitive ear and discerns the shades of certain words in your silence; he feels a vague movement of thoughts in your motionlessness,--but he does not understand. Did you speak or are you silent? Did you say: "Come," or did it only sound so to me? THE GUARDIAN. Come. ANATHEMA. You said it, but I dare not come up to you. GUARDIAN. Come. ANATHEMA.