(To Herman).
Ask me not! Never shall they meet again.
Is ’t not enough?
Aymer enters hurriedly with the dagger, and goes up with it to several of the knights, who begin to gather round the front.
Aym. Whose is this dagger?
Rai. (coming forward and taking it.) Mine.
Aym. Yours! yours!—and know you where—
Rai. (about to sheath it, but stopping.) Oh! you do well
So to remind me! Yes! it must have lain
In the Moslem burial-ground—and that vile dust—