Hassan (loathly). I have not seen him.
Yolanda. Nor heard?
Hassan. Nothing.
Yolanda. I cannot understand.
(Goes to the gate, troubled.)
Hassan (low). Liar that I am to say it!
Yolanda. I cannot—cannot!
(Returns.)
The Saracens we know were routed to
Their vessels—all the Allah-crying horde.
And lord Amaury—said the courier not?——
Rode in the battle as a seraph might
To the Holy Sepulchre's deliverance.
And yet no word from him.