Scene Eight
Zoraya, Aisha, Zaguir
At the instant that Fatoum and Joana disappear in the garden, Zaguir appears on the threshold of the little door.
Zoraya. You followed those men?
Zaguir. Yes, mistress!—Far into the city, but I lost them in the crowd. All of the world seems to be in the streets, for there is a great fête.
Zoraya. Yes, I know—the marriage.
Zaguir. Of the Governor’s daughter and Don Enrique Palacios!
Zoraya stifles a heartrending cry.
Aisha. (Running to Zoraya) Ah! unhappy child! (Zoraya clings fast to her, bewildered, swaying, choking. She finally falls on the cushions between Aisha and Zaguir, who rush to aid her.) My Zoraya!—My poor Zoraya!
(Curtain)