"No! Her father is slain, but she lives. She has vanished—no one knows where!"
"Then may the gods guide her safe to her home and country, and keep her from knowing how I die."
"If you will swear to see her no more, Radames, I will save thee."
"If I were to live I should find her. I will not swear."
"Then you shall die. If you will not hear me, I shall avenge myself," she answered bitterly, motioning to the guards to take him away.
Radames was taken below to the subterranean hall which was to be his grave and judgment hall alike, while Amneris was left alone, both grief-stricken and revengeful. Her jealousy was certain to bring fearful retribution upon her. As more white-robed priests passed below, looking spectral and ominous, she hid her face in her hands.
"It was I who brought him to this fate," she murmured, and then listened in anguish to the chorus of the priests which sounded dismally from below.
Then a voice called from the crypt, three times:
"Radames, Radames, Radames," and it was his summons to judgment.
"Oh, who can save him now?" Amneris murmured, horrified at what was taking place.