(To Ildibad, who glides across the stage to his side) What is it?
Ildibad (softly).
The watch departeth. The ships are lost.
Teja.
(Without the least change of countenance.) Lost--how--in what way?
Ildibad.
Treason.
Teja.
Yea, verily! Yea--meat and wine so much as each one will, at long white tables--I shall have it divided--and Sicilian fruits for the women, and sweetmeats from Massilia. (Sinks reeling upon the seat of the throne, and gazes absently into the distance.) The Men. What aileth the King? Look to the King!
Balthilda.