V 
 
THE GREY NIGHT 
 
SCENE. — The thick darkness of the Emptiness of Things. Yet in 
the midst appears a certain glory veiling the figure of a tall stern 
man, the king Alexander.  In his hand is a black rod clothed with 
twin glittering snakes, the royal Uraeus serpents of ancient Khem ; 
at its point gleams faint and blue A star of six rays, whose light now 
illumines the pale and tortured features of a man, with outstret-
ched arms, who is hanging (apparently) in space.  It is Issa, but 
the weariness is gone ;  and noble-strong is the scarred brow of his 
agony. 
 
ALEXANDER. 
 
In the puissance of my will, 
Issa, I uphold thee still. 
 
ISSA. 
 
Thou art ? 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Keeper of the Way.