Lancéor.
He will not see us; he is very far from here.
Joyzelle.
Where is he?...
Lancéor.
I saw him go away. I watched his departure from the top of that tower in which I am a prisoner.... He is at the other end of the island, near the blue forest that shuts in the horizon....
Joyzelle.
But he may return; or some one will tell him.... Go away, go away, I say!... Your life is at stake!...
Lancéor.