How, a templar
Dismissed with life by Saladin. In truth,
Not a less miracle was to preserve her,
God!—God!—
DAYA.
Without this man, who risked afresh
The Sultan’s unexpected boon, we’d lost her.
NATHAN.
Where is he, Daya, where’s this noble youth?
Do, lead me to his feet. Sure, sure you gave him
What treasures I had left you—gave him all,
Promised him more—much more?
DAYA.
How could we?
NATHAN.
Not?
DAYA.