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The giant trembles from head to foot . . . his voice rumbles . . . roars . . . as he stands before this stranger . . .
| Giant | "Who are you? Who are you? I never saw you before . . ." |
The stranger fades into the deepening shadows . . . and as the figure disappears only a satin-smooth voice is heard.
The giant, strengthened by the stranger's words, tears the shackles from his arms. He takes a step forward, forgetting his legs are shackled too . . . He falls crouching on the floor . . . He beats the floor with each heavy, bleeding fist.
| Giant | "Who are you? Who are you?" |
| Voice | "I am experience!" |
The giant crawls to the edge of a window. With great agony he draws his body up closer . . . closer . . . closer to the sill . . . Finally he stands erect . . . weak . . . tottering . . . he peers through the window into the coming darkness . . . the low humming sound of the choir can still be heard.
