Then I will go and lay me in the flowers,
For He may haply, as in ancient time,
Walk in the garden in the cool of day.

[He goes out.]

[OLIVE reels. REDFEATHER catches her.]

You are the strongest woman upon earth. 
The weakest woman than the strongest man
Is stronger in her hour:  this is the law. 
When the hour passes—­then may we be strong.

OLIVE [wildly.]

The House ... the Face.

REDFEATHER [fiercely].

I love you.  Look at me!

OLIVE [turns her face to him.]

I hear six birds sing in that little tree,
Say, is the old earth laughing at my fears? 
I think I love you also....

REDFEATHER.

What I am
You know.  But I will never curse a man,
Even in a mirror.

OLIVE [smiling at him].

And the Devil’s dance?

REDFEATHER.

The Devil plotted since the world was young
With alchemies of fire and witches’ oils
And magic.  But he never made a man.

OLIVE.

No; not a man.

REDFEATHER.

Not even my Lord Orm. 
Look at the house now—­

[She starts and looks.]

Honest brick and tiles.

OLIVE.

You have a strange strength in this hour.

REDFEATHER.

This hour
I see with mortal eye as in one flash
The whole divine democracy of things,
And dare the stars to scorn a scavenge-heap. 
Olive, I tell you every soul is great. 
Weave we green crowns—­how noble and how high;
Fling we white flowers—­how radiant and how pure
Is he, whoe’er he be, who next shall cross
This scrap of grass....

[Enter LORD ORM. ]

OLIVE [screams].

Ah!

REDFEATHER [pointing to the chapel].

Olive, go and pray
for a man soon to die.  Good-day, my Lord.

[She goes in.]

LORD ORM.

Good-day.

REDFEATHER.

I am a friend to Lady Olive.

LORD ORM.

Sir, you are fortunate.

REDFEATHER.

Most fortunate
In finding, sword on thigh and ready, one
Who is a villain and a gentleman.

LORD ORM [picks up the flagon].

Empty, I see.

REDFEATHER.

Oh sir, you never drink. 
You dread to lose yourself before the stars—­
Do you not dread to sleep?

LORD ORM [violently].

What would you here?

REDFEATHER.

Receive from you the title-deeds you hold.

LORD ORM.

You entertain me.

REDFEATHER.

With a bout at foils?

LORD ORM.

I will not fight.

REDFEATHER.

I know you better, then. 
I have seen men grow mangier than the beasts,
Eat bread with blood upon their fingers, grin
While women burned:  but one last law they served. 
When I say ‘Coward,’ is the law awake?