_Anathema smiles. Sarah's_, _voice is heard behind the door on the right; a knock at the door._ SARAH. Let me in, David. DAVID. Do not open the door, Nullius. ANATHEMA. It is your wife, Sarah. _He opens the door. Sarah enters, leading by the hand a pale-faced woman who is carrying something in her arms._ SARAH. _Meekly._ Forgive me, David. But this woman says that she cannot wait any more. She says that if you delay any longer, she will not recognize her child when he is revived. If it is necessary for you to know his name, it is Moishe, little Moishe. He is a dark little one,--I looked at him. WOMAN. _Falling down on her knees._ Forgive me, David, for breaking the line and not waiting for my turn. But there are those who died but a little while ago, while I am carrying him already three days and three nights on my breast. Perhaps it is necessary for you to take a look at him? Then I will uncover him--I am not deceiving you, David. SARAH. I have looked at him already, David. She let me hold him awhile. She is very tired, David. _David retreats slowly, the palms of his hands outstretched forward. He moves thus until he reaches the wall._ DAVID. Mercy! Mercy! _Both women wait patiently._ DAVID. What shall I do? I am fainting, O God! Nullius, tell them that I do not resurrect the dead! WOMAN. I implore you, David! Do I ask you to restore life to an old man who has lived long and who has deserved death for his evil deeds? Do I not understand whom it is possible to resurrect and whom it is not possible to resurrect? But perhaps it is hard for you because he is dead so long. I did not know this,--forgive me. And when he was dying, I promised him: "Moishe, do not be afraid to die--David, who brings joy to mankind, will restore your little life to you." DAVID. Show him to me. _Looks at him, shaking his head, and weeps, wiping his eyes with his red kerchief. Sarah looks at him confidently, leaning on his shoulder._ SARAH. How old was he? WOMAN. Two years, going on the third. _David turns his tear-stained face to Anathema and says in a strange voice:_ DAVID. Shall I make an attempt, perhaps, Nullius? _Suddenly he bends down and cries hoarsely:_ Adenoi!... Adenoi!... Begone! Begone! The Devil has sent you here. Tell them, Nullius, that I do not resurrect the dead. They have come to mock me! Look, they are both laughing there. Begone! Begone! ANATHEMA. _In a low voice, to Sarah._ Go away, Sarah, and lead the woman away. David is not quite ready yet. SARAH. _In a whisper._ I will take her to my room. Later you may tell David that she is there. _To the woman._ Come, woman,--David is not quite ready yet. _They go out. David, exhausted, sits down in an arm-chair and lowers his grey head. He reads something softly._ ANATHEMA.