Yorul supports Frida toward the temple.] YORUL But how? What chanced? FRIDA Their eyes! their burning eyes! Oh, I have seen their souls: they are not theirs. Four bright ones came, four pale ones went away. YORUL Clean reft of wit! FRIDA Oh, shut me in the dark! [Taking Frida from Yorul, the temple virgins lead her into the temple.] INGIMUND [To Wuldor.] Saw ye, I say, or what? WULDOR Ask Yorul, father. INGIMUND Speak thou! What hath befallen?
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