The music falls and all seem yielding to sleep. Suddenly there are hoof-beats and sounds at the gates below. Halil springs up.
Halil. Alessa! Maga! Stirrings at the gates!
(All start up.)
Some one is come.
Alessa. Boy, Halil, who?
Halil. Up, up!
Perhaps Lord Renier—No: I will learn.
(He runs to curtains and looks.)
It is Olympio! Olympio!
From Famagouste and Lord Amaury!
Mauria. Ah!
And he comes here?
Halil. As he were lord of skies!
To lady Yolanda, by my lute!