SITTAH.
And what of that, good brother,
Is that to be th’ excuse for your defeat?
Enough—you played more absently than I.
SALADIN.
Than you! What dwells upon your mind, my Sittah?
Not your own cares, I doubt—
SITTAH.
O Saladin,
When shall we play again so constantly?
SALADIN.
An interruption will but whet our zeal.
You think of the campaign. Well, let it come.
It was not I who first unsheathed the sword.
I would have willingly prolonged the truce,
And willingly have knit a closer bond,
A lasting one—have given to my Sittah
A husband worthy of her, Richard’s brother.
SITTAH.
You love to talk of Richard.