(Teja looks askance at her, shyly and distrustfully, then walks silently to the left, sinks down before the seat on the throne, and burying his face in the chair, weeps bitterly.)
Balthilda.
(Follows him shyly and kneels down beside him.) Teja, beloved, if I hurt thee, pardon me!
Teja (rises and grasps her arm).
Tell it to no one!
Balthilda.
What, Sire?
Teja.
That thou hast seen me weep! Swear it to me!
Balthilda.