And murderers and friends of murderers.
Jehu waylaid my son and murdered him.
By these poor relics sacred with his blood
I will denounce him to the King myself,
Or lay him dead before me with my hands.
(She gathers the relics.)
Micaiah.
Lie there, sad relic of a glorious youth.
Zikri (entering).
Make ready for the utterance of the Prophet!
Kallai (entering).
Bow down before the Prophet, bringer of truth!
Enter the Prophet.
Prophet.