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_Botolf_.--With whom then do all those your men wish to confer, and what
mean the arms you carry into the church?
_Kolbein_.--Tumult and riot is rife in the district.
_Botolf_.--But a few days ago I expected to hear of your death, Kolbein,
rather than see you here heading a host of men.
_Asbjorn_.--Does it not suit you, my lord?
_Botolf_.--I desire the death of no man.
_Kolbein_.--For a while I was very sick, indeed; but no sooner heard I
of the death of my friend Thorolf than all weakness left me, so that now
I am a well man again.
(_Enter_ CLERK HELGI, ILLUGI THE BLIND MAN, _and_ HIS BOY, _who supports
him. People stream in with them, stationing themselves in the doors and
near them_. CLERK HELGI _makes_ ILLUGI _kneel down before the sepulchre
of_ BISHOP GUDMUND, _so that he turns his face to the spectators_.)
_Helgi_.--Kneel down now before the sepulchre of the sainted friend of
God who appeared to you in your dream; because your prayers have made
you deserving of that beatitude. Embrace the image of our blessed father
and say the Lord's prayer.
_Kolbein_.--Is that man blind?
_Illugi_ (_looks up and glances at him for a moment_).--I am born blind.
_Kolbein_ (_aside to_ HAF BJARNASON).--His eyes were fixed on me as he
looked up.
_Helgi_.--Domine Gudmunde, fac miraculum magnum!
_Illugi_ (_mutters_).--Pater noster!
_Helgi_.--Behold the white hand of the saint, how it draws the film from
the eyes of the blind man!
_Kolbein_.--I have not the gift to see such things.
_Helgi_.--Oh ye of little faith!
_Some at the Door_.--I smell sweet fragrance. I see a tongue of fire
above the tombstone of Bishop Gudmund!
_Others_.--He was good to the poor!
_Illugi_ (_with a loud voice, lifting up his crutch and
arising_).--Praised be the blessed Bishop Gudmund! My eyes can see!
_Helgi_.--O miraculum magnum!
_The People at the Doors_.--A miracle! A miracle! A miracle!
_Botolf_.--Let all bells of the church be rung.
_Kolbein_.--Wait an instant, my lord! The eyes of the man are unchanged.
Let him prove that he can see.
_Helgi_.--Ay, let him do that, my lord! Let the man prove that he can
see, so that Thomas be made to believe.
_Kolbein_ (_aside_).--Hand me a parchment, Haf! (HAF _takes a scroll
out of a box in the choir and reaches it over to him_.) You were blind,
then, when I spoke to you before?
_Illugi_.--I am born blind, my lord! But now it seems to me I can see
all that others see.
_Kolbein_.--I have still my doubts about that (_holding the parchment
before_ ILLUGI). Are you able to see what this is?
_Illugi_.--A parchment, my lord.
_Kolbein_.--And can you discern what is there written?
_Illugi_.--I can see the letters clearly.
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