SITTAH.
I too—I too.
SALADIN (to the templar.)
My son—my Assad—my lost Assad’s son.
TEMPLAR.
I of thy blood—then those were more than dreams
With which they used to lull my infancy—
Much more.
[Falls at the Sultan’s feet.
SALADIN (raising him.)
Now mark his malice. Something of it
He knew, yet would have let me butcher him—
Boy, boy!
[During the silent continuance of reciprocal embraces the curtain falls.