Winth. Where are they now!
Hop. Coming up the bank.
[All the soldiers are looking off (Left). Enter Fair, holding the white flag on the staff, followed by Cupid.
Fair (stopping a short distance away). I have come to claim my dead!
[At the sound of her voice every man takes off his hat. They stand: some looking at her, some looking away.
Hop. (coming forward). He is here (she looks at him for a second as though in recognition, then her face is cold as before, her eyes shining). G.o.d!
[He turns away. She looks past him; sees Bev"s body on the coat; goes quickly to him, dropping to his side, her arms around him.
Winth. (to Hopkins). Where--has she gone? It seems so dark.
Hop. I saw her swoop down like a mother bird to her young. (Winthrop tries to speak; his voice fails; he sinks limply back on the blanket).
Steve! Only fainted. Ah! (he rises and goes slowly to Fair; when he speaks, his voice is very soft). Won"t you speak to him. He may be dying?
[Fair has risen to her feet. She comes slowly forward. She sees Winthrop, and for a second a wild flash of joy crosses her face. She starts forward, but stops herself suddenly, her hands before her eyes. She stands for a moment, very white and quiet; when she speaks, her voice is low and very tired.
Fair. Better so! Better so!
[She turns once more to the body. Two soldiers come forward at a sign from Hopkins, but old Cupid steps before them.
Cupid. I ax yer pardon, sir, but dis hers my place. Ole Mistus done told me ter tek ker on him.
[He goes to the body and lays the flag over his arms, lifting Bev as though he were a child; his arms under him, his head against his breast. He starts slowly off (Left), followed by Fair, who walks as one in a dream. [They exit (Left).
It begins to snow more heavily. The men stand watching them.
Slowly the old boat comes into view. This time Cupid is in the bow, trying to shield his burden from the storm. Fair stands at the other end, rowing. The snow grows thicker and thicker "till, as the boat is nearly off, it is blotted from the sight. The soldiers stand with heads uncovered in the driving storm as
THE CURTAIN CREEPS SLOWLY DOWN.