‘What! the Prince of our Captivity?’
‘Even so.’
‘The slayer of Alschiroch?’
‘Ay!’
‘My sympathy was prophetic. I loved thee from the first. And what dost thou here? A price is set upon thy head: thou knowest it?’
‘For the first time; but I am neither astonished nor alarmed. I am upon the Lord’s business.’
‘What wouldst thou?’
‘Free his people.’
‘The pupil of Jabaster: I see it all. Another victim to his reveries. I’ll save this boy. David,—for thy name must not be sounded within this city,—the sun is dying. Let us to the terrace, and seek the solace of the twilight breeze.’
‘What is the hour, David?’