Amazili. But mine was the handsomest.
Idali. No, mine was much handsomer.
High-Priestess. Well, well, this may be settled another time. Now tell me how came these Spaniards in the temple?
Idali. They were not in the temple.
High-Priestess. What, then; had they flown over the high walls into the garden?
Idali. They were not in the garden.
Amazili. But they might have come in, as easily as we got out.
High-Priestess. You got out of the garden?—and how could that be managed?
Idali. According to your orders we went to look for Cora. We ran hither and thither, and called her by her name, but to no purpose, till at last as we were looking about, and listening, we thought we heard voices on the other side of the wall, just by the arbour, where the little stream is lost in the wood. We followed the sound, and crept softly through the thick bushes, till at last we came to a great, great rent in the wall, from the top, quite to the bottom, and so broad that Amazili and I could easily go through it, and we had only to step over a few stones to get quite on the outside.
High-Priestess. And you did step over the stones and get on the outside?