[All are whispering.]
King Karnos:
Why do you whisper?
Tharmia:
Your Majesty, we fear that the gods will destroy us all and…
King Karnos:
You do not fear it?
[Dead silence. A plaintive lament off. Enter the Queen. Her face is pale as paper.]
Queen: [loq.]
O your Majesty. Your Majesty. I have heard the lutanist, I have heard the lutanist.