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Gerd.
Priest, thou walkest lame afoot.
Brand.
I was hunted.
Gerd.
Red thy brow
As the blood of thy heart's root!
Brand.
I was beaten.
Gerd.
Musical
Was thy voice of old, that now
Rattles like the leaves of Fall.
Brand.
I was
Gerd.
What?
Brand.
By one and all
Spurn'd.
Gerd.
[Looking at him with great eyes.]
Aha,—I know thee now!
For the priest I took thee;—pest
Take the priest and all the rest!
The One, greatest Man art thou!
Brand.
So I madly dared to trust.
