Father John, Heaven is not what we have believed it to be. It is not quiet, it is not singing and making music, and all strife at an end. I have seen it, I have been there. The lover still loves but with a greater passion, and the rider still rides but the horse goes like the wind and leaps the ridges, and the battle goes on always, always. That is the joy of Heaven, continual battle. I thought the battle was here, and that the joy was to be found here on earth, that all one had to do was to bring again the old wild earth of the stories—but no, it is not here; we shall not come to that joy, that battle, till we have put out the senses, everything that can be seen and handled, as I put out this candle. [_He puts out candle._] We must put out the whole world as I put out this candle [_puts out another candle_]. We must put out the light of the stars and the light of the sun and the light of the moon [_puts out the rest of the candles_], till we have brought everything to nothing once again. I saw in a broken vision, but now all is clear to me. Where there is nothing, where there is nothing—there is God! CONSTABLE. Now we will take him! JOHNNY. We will never give him up to the law! PAUDEEN. Make your escape! We will not let you be followed. [_They struggle with _Constables_; the women help them; all disappear struggling. There is a shot. MARTIN stumbles and falls. _Beggars_ come back with a shout._ JOHNNY. We have done for them, they will not meddle with you again. PAUDEEN. Oh, he is down! FATHER JOHN. He is shot through the breast. Oh, who has dared meddle with a soul that was in the tumults on the threshold of sanctity? JOHNNY. It was that gun went off and I striking it from the constable’s hand. MARTIN. [_Looking at his hand, on which there is blood._] Ah, that is blood! I fell among the rocks. It is a hard climb. It is a long climb to the vineyards of Eden. Help me up. I must go on. The Mountain of Abiegnos is very high—but the vineyards—the vineyards! [_He falls back dead. The men uncover their heads._ PAUDEEN [_to BIDDY_]. It was you misled him with your foretelling that he was coming within the best day of his life. JOHNNY. Madness on him or no madness, I will not leave that body to the law to be buried with a dog’s burial or brought away and maybe hanged upon a tree. Lift him on the sacks, bring him away to the quarry; it is there on the hillside the boys will give him a great burying, coming on horses and bearing white rods in their hands. [_NANNY lays the velvet cloak over him._ _They lift him and carry the body away singing:_ Our hope and our darling, our heart dies with you, You to have failed us, we are foals astray! FATHER JOHN. He is gone and we can never know where that vision came from. I cannot know—the wise Bishops would have known. THOMAS [_taking up banner_].