IRENE.

Yes, through all the mists, and then right up to the summit of the
tower that shines in the sunrise.

[The mist-clouds close in over the scene--PROFESSOR RUBEK and
IRENE, hand in hand, climb up over the snow-field to the right
and soon disappear among the lower clouds. Keen storm-gusts
hurtle and whistle through the air.

[The SISTER OF MERCY appears upon the stone-scree to the left.
She stops and looks around silently and searchingly.


MAIA.

I am free! I am free! I am free!
No more life in the prison for me!
I am free as a bird! I am free!

[Suddenly a sound like thunder is heard from high up on the snow-
field, which glides and whirls downwards with headlong speed.
PROFESSOR RUBEK and IRENE can be dimly discerned as they are
whirled along with the masses of snow and buried in them.


THE SISTER OF MERCY.

[Gives a shriek, stretches out her arms towards them and cries.] Irene!