[Eznarza covers her face. The King rises softly and walks up the steps. Enter L. the Chamberlain and Zabra, only noticing each other.]
Chamberlain:
He will come. He will come.
Zabra:
But it is noon now. Our fatness has left us. Our enemies mock at us.
If he do not come God has forgotten us and our friends will pity us!
[Enter Bel-Narb and Aoob.]
Chamberlain:
If he is alive he will come.
Zabra:
I fear that it is past noon.