They lead the gypsy to a place of security
It is you, she kept muttering to each in turn.
The young man walked behind with straightened back and shining eyes.
CONFLICT
It is night—a moonlight night in the Orient—
The earth is flooded in mystic beauty—
Midnight songbirds in the trees.
And the Palace of the Sultan—great marble halls—fountains of running water—moonlight shining in.