The Saxons: A Drama of Christianity in the NorthSchoonmaker, Edwin Davies
Religion
The Saxons: A Drama of Christianity in the North
Schoonmaker, Edwin Davies
Drama
(_They walk together along the road._)
FRITZ--The way he goes, the Saxon race has gone.
RUDOLPH--We must go to the mountains, not the grave.
FRITZ--Canzler has been a father to the boy.
RUDOLPH--He may return and bring the Saxon race.
FRITZ--Who will deliver him?
RUDOLPH-- Val-father lives.
FRITZ--(_Bitterly._) Lives with the dead.
(_He goes out._)
RUDOLPH-- He may yet be reclaimed.
The paths of Prophesy lead far away
But still the Powers of the air are bent
To guide it and their eyes are on its feet.
Let us not doubt Val-father's hand in this.
That eye in Mimer's fountain sees through all
The dark, gnome-haunted caverns of the earth;
The other under his calm brow watches heaven.
(_He goes off through the forest._)
_SCENE TWO--Under an old beech in the edge of the forest.
A knoll, like the toe of a large boot shoved in from the
rear, butts squarely against the trunk. Up under the
boughs, left, lies a decaying log with here and there a
tuft of rank grass growing from the cores of old knots._
_Beside it is a small basket filled with berries. At the_
_foot of the beech, bubbles a spring partly walled in with_
_dark mossy rocks, on top of which lies a brown gourd_
_dipper. Two worn foot-paths, one winding up the slope into
the forest, the other entering from the left, meet at the
spring. The ground is checkered with flakes of sunlight_
_that fall through the leaves, and over all is the silence_
_of the summer noon._
_A crackle is heard as of a dry twig breaking under foot. The
branches on the left swing apart and Selma pushes through
backwards. She is a fairy-like creature dressed in green.
Her hair falls loose about her shoulders and upon her head
she wears a coronet of wild-flowers. Holding the boughs
slightly apart, she stands peering intently to the left,
then, turning quickly, she snatches up the basket and hides
it behind the log, and after picking a few green burrs from
the branches above her, darts to the right and conceals
herself behind the trunk. For a time she stands motionless.
Then, as if upon second thought, she stoops and removes the
dipper from the rocks._
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