Alessa (fearful). It is....
They heard us, Maga?
Maga. No, but——
Mauria (to Alessa). So? that mouse?
Alessa. You know not, Mauria, what thing you say.—
He is troubling her; be still.
[Stepping out as Berengere enters.
My lady?
Berengere (unwillingly). Yes.
It is time, now, for your lamps,
And for your aves and o'erneeded sleep.
But first I'd know if yet lord Renier——
[Sees Alessa's face.
Why are you pale?
Alessa. I?