MOLAT. Oli, wo dream all ! Brit our capacity for dreaming proves To mo the existenco of thoso Holy Heights Which waft down cooling breezes on the waste, When tho Sirocco dries our juices up. COMMANDER. I will go look for him, lest ho escapo Without leave taking ! MOLAT. Good ! I'll wait for thee, Till to the port wo go. [Exit COMMANDER. (Alone.) They tarry long ! [A knocking is heard at a small door con-cealed hy the Altar of Mary. Ah, there they are !—Como in, ye who elect ! [He draws the hood of his mantle over his head, aiul locks the principal door. The PRESBYTER, PUILIP, Brother of tho Garden, the MARSHAL, the DRAPER, the STANDARD-BEARER, ami CLAUS RÔSNER 1 come in from the concealed door. All have drawn the Iwods of their mantles or frocks over their heads; each carries a short blood-red sword, on a girdle to match, which, as he comes in, each hangs round his neck. MOLAY (going in among them). Place yourselves in the figure !— PRESBYTER (interrupting him). Brother Leader, Your leave to speak ! 1 They form with Molay, the mystic number seven. In the time of the Crusade, seven Syriac Christians who had inherited esoteric doctrine from the Essenes, received protection from the Templars and confided to them their secrets.—FROST, Secret Societies.—Trans. •230 THE TEMPLARS IN CTI'RUS. [ACT til