Arolind:
O don't, don't. It frightens me. I only want to be prettily dressed and see my husband happy.
Tharmia:
Have you seen the prophet?
Arolind:
Oh yes, I have seen him. He walks about the palace. He is free but cannot escape.
Tharmia:
What does he look like? Has he a frightened look?
Arolind:
He mutters as he walks. Sometimes he weeps; and then he puts his cloak over his face.