To whom thou didst commit my broken life
With letters to Samaria,--my light,
My guide, my saviour in this pilgrimage,--
Dost thou remember?
BENHADAD:
I recall the maid,--
But dimly,--for my mind is old and weary.
She was a fearless maid, I trusted her
And gave thee to her charge. Where is she now?
NAAMAN: