_SCENE THREE--In the depths of the forest. Back through the trees, to the right, is seen the home of Canzler, a small cottage built of logs, with antlers over the doorway. It sits in a space partially cleared, and the light falls golden about it. Among the trees in the foreground, where the shadows are thicker, is the stump of a large oak and a newly fallen trunk extending out left. Over to the right, at the foot of one of the trees, lies a small bundle fastened to the end of a stick. At intervals a bird is heard singing in the forest._ _Near the stump several men are gathered. Canzler, facing right, stands beside the log with his hand resting upon his ax. He is bareheaded. His sleeves are rolled up above his elbows and his shirt, open in front, discloses his broad, hairy breast. Near the stump stands Hartzel, a man apparently seventy years of age. He wears a long, white beard and his hands are folded on top of a tall rustic staff. The others are Fritz and Rudolph and Wiglaf, the gleeman, in a fantastic garb faded and tattered. On the other side of the log, to the right of Canzler, is Max,_ _another woodman, also in his shirt sleeves._ WIGLAF--Why did they burn my harp, then? I'm a man. FRITZ-- (_Leaning forward and speaking in a loud voice in Hartzel's ear._) You hear what Wiglaf says? Says he's a man; Why did they burn his harp, then? CANZLER-- No, Hartzel; 'Tis not enough with them that we are men; We must be Christians. WIGLAF-- That's it. CANZLER-- We must pray The prayers the priests pray. We must go to church, Chant when they chant and what they chant and be Clay, as it were, upon their potter's-wheel. 'Tis not enough the great All-father wrought Us in his image; not enough to live The honest life of man. We must submit To be remolded to whatever shape The potter-priest may give us. So we bear His stamp and pray his prayers and wear the name Christian-- FRITZ-- Then you can steal or-- CANZLER-- No, Hartzel; Mass counts with them much more than manhood does. WIGLAF--Canzler's just right. Who ever heard of them Injuring a man because his life was bad, If his Faith was good? (_Hartzel puts his hand to his ear and looks at Fritz._) FRITZ-- Who ever heard of them Injuring a man because his life was bad, If his Faith was good? (_Wiglaf listens to the bird._) HARTZEL-- I don't doubt that some would. (_Canzler touches him._) WIGLAF--The birds are free to sing Val-father's songs. Wiglaf must sing the songs men bid him sing Or have his tongue pulled out. CANZLER-- Speaking of Faith, How can a good man have a bad Faith? Isn't His life his Faith?