If there is any Truth in what she said, If there is any Hope that answers prayer, If there is any Faith beyond her share That stretches nervous from a lovelier Head Than ours, and quickens in the brighter dead, I summon all my strong human emotion To stir that Brain to feel what I am feeling, And rouse a Thought of which I had no notion Into consideration of my healing, For though my mind is smaller than That Other I have enough of sense to call it Brother If It be there at all. If It be there. [_At his words a golden life-line is suddenly whirled on board and falls at his feet. The Carpenter and the Tracker cry wildly: “A rope! A rope! Oh, make it fast!”_] THIEF [_With a sigh of relief._] The danger’s past! [_She runs hurriedly and makes the rope fast to the mast, while Finn remains gazing at it as if dazed. In a moment the Climber is seen swinging along it, immediately followed by the Gripper, the Listener, and the Marksman. Finn remains as if spellbound, while the Gripper runs to the tiller, seizes it from him, and turns the boat completely round._] FINN [_To himself, as if bewildered._] This is more than any sense deserves! CLIMBER [_Shaking her head at him._] Fancy going off like that in an open boat Without your coat! Your state of mind is preying on my nerves. [_She helps him into his coat, which he submits to passively, gazing at her as if dazed; then suddenly falling on his knees, he snatches her hand, crying exultantly—_] FINN Before the sun shall rise upon the land I’ll shake all darkness by this other hand! [_The storm gradually abates, and as the ship slips away the Gripper leans back against the tiller and sings._] GRIPPER’S SONG I saw above the straining shrouds No rift nor hint of dawn, I saw no light beyond the clouds, But still I carried on. I saw the end of the world, Dear Heart, And I believed it true, But still I held to my small part, And so she carried through. ACT IV THE GIANT’S CASTLE: MIDNIGHT _In a dim twilight of stars a castle is seen upon a rock. It is thatched with eel-skins, and there appears to be neither door nor window. The dark figures of Finn, the Climber, the Thief, the Marksman, and the Listener are presently seen stealing softly over the rocks. The other three have evidently remained with the boat. They talk in whispers._ FINN [_To Climber._] Is this the place? CLIMBER I believe so. FINN It’s very dark, I cannot see your face.