Berengere. It is ill news?
I've seen that battle-light in you before.
'Tis of the Saracens? you ride to-night
Into their peril?
Amaury. Come, the word, the word!
Berengere. Only this token.
Amaury. The spur? the spur? (Takes it.) They then
Are landing!
Yolanda. How, Amaury; tell your meaning!
Amaury. The galleys of the Saracens have found
Anchor and land to-night near Keryneia.
My troops are ready and await me—
So, no delay.
Yolanda. I pray you (strangely, with terror) do not go.
Amaury. Yolanda!
Yolanda. If I am left alone—!
Amaury. Yolanda!