"Alas, then, what can I do?"
"But one thing can save us—all of us—my father, you, I."
"Name it," he cried.
"You would not listen to me," she sobbed, wringing her hands in despair.
"I will do whatever you desire," he cried recklessly.
"Then make my people thy people. Fly with us. Even now the Ethiopians are without the gates ready for battle. Join them, lead them, and——"
"A traitor to my country!" he cried, stricken with horror at the thought.
"Then there is no hope. The Princess will drive us to death and despair." She drew a picture that brought it all vividly into Radames's mind. At last with breaking heart he cried:
"I will go with thee—making thy people my people," and he started to leave the Temple with her.
"What path shall we take to avoid the Egyptian soldiers?" she questioned wildly.