Alessa. And tell him?
Yolanda. Warn! Warn him a fever's here
That he must fend his ear from. 'Twill suffice.
And I again shall see him, hear him speak,
Hang on his battle-story blessedly!
And you, Hassan.... But why do you stand stone?
You know something.... He's dead!
Hassan. No, lady, no.
Yolanda. Not? ah! ... then what? 'Twas not his trumpet?
Hassan (after a struggle). No.
And I will lie to you no longer;
Though for obedience it be or life;
And at lord Renier's command.... It is
Not true that lord Amaury from the battle
Has not returned.
Yolanda. But he—you mean—is here?
[Stands motionless.
Hassan. He came ... on yesterday ... at dusk. Was led
Up to his chamber....
So much lord Renier who slipt him in
Revealed, that I might guile you.
Alessa (sharply). And you have?
Hassan. Yes.