Joyzelle.
Well, then, yes, I will come!... I will come to-night! I will come this evening!... But save him first and restore him to life!... See, his eyes are hollowing and his lips are fading and I stand here bargaining for his life, as though it were a question of....
Merlin.
He shall be restored to you; but remember, Joyzelle, if you are not true to your promise, the hand that cures him will strike him mercilessly....
Joyzelle.
But I shall be true to it and I would go on my knees to the end of the other world to remain true to it!... Ah, I will come, I tell you! I give myself absolutely and I am wholly yours!... What more do you want?... I have nothing left!...
Merlin.
It is well; I have your promise; I will fulfil mine.... (Aside, taking Lancéor in his arms.) Forgive me, my son, in the name of your destiny, which demands this torture.... (He leans over Lancéor and presses a long kiss on his eyelids and lips. Aloud.) See, he returns from the regions without light.... Life is restored to him, but he will awake only in your eager arms. I leave you to your work. Remember your word....
[Exit Merlin. Joyzelle has taken Lancéor in her arms and looks at him in anguish. Soon her lover's eyes half open and his hands move feebly.