Berthold. You could not love her more than I. [His head sinks on his arms and he sobs.]
- [With a quick gesture Blick gathers the Dwarfs about him, and whispers to them.
Blick. Brothers, he loved her, and he is a man! Let us ask what he would do.
The Dwarfs. [In eager whispers.] Yes! Yes!
- [Blick gently replaces the pall.
Berthold. No, no, do not cover her! Let me look at her always.
Blick. Berthold, is it enough to watch? Month after month, we have watched, but we are Dwarfs. We thought a Man would not be satisfied to weep.
Berthold. [Rising.] You do well to rouse me. She shall be avenged! [The Dwarfs look at one another their
