Mor. (shrinking from him fearfully.) This is my brother’s grave.
Rai. Thy brother’s! That a warrior’s grave had closed
O’er mine—the free and noble knight he was!
Ay, that the desert-sands had shrouded him
Before he look’d on thee!
Mor. If you are his—
If Aymer’s brother—though your brow be dark,
I may not fear you!
Rai. No? why, thou shouldst fear
The very dust o’ the mouldering sepulchre,