She is very pale and
worn, and drags herself along, clutching in her hand a herd-bell.
She looks about her, holds up the bell and shakes it once softly,
covering it with her fingers again; then she sits wearily down
at the foot of the ruined shrine and covers her face, with a sharp
breath.
VERONIKA
. . . Ah,--ah,--ah!
[The PIPER watches with breathless wonder and fascination. It seems
to horrify him.
PIPER
[under breath]
That woman!
[VERONIKA lifts her head suddenly and sees the motion of the bushes.
VERONIKA
He is coming!--He is here!
[She darts towards the well.--The PIPER springs up.
Oh, God of Mercy! . . . It is only you!
Where is he?--Where?--Where are you hiding him?
PIPER
[confusedly]
Woman . . . what do you, wandering, with that bell?
That herd-bell?
VERONIKA
Oh! are you man or cloud? . . . Where is my Jan?
Jan,--Jan,--the little lame one! He is mine.
He lives, I know he lives. I know--yes, yes,
You've hidden him. I will be patient.--Yes.
PIPER
Surely he lives!
VERONIKA
--_Lives_! will you swear it? Ah,--
I will believe! But he . . . is not so strong
As all the others.
PIPER
[apart]
Aie, how horrible!
[To her]
Sit you down here. You cannot go away
While you are yet so pale. Why are you thus?
[She looks at him distractedly.]
VERONIKA
You, who have torn the hearts out of our bodies
And left the city like a place of graves,--
Why am I spent?--Ah, ah!--But he's alive!
Yes, yes, he's living.
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