Mel. My own fair child!
Is it on thee I look indeed, my child?
[Turning to attendants.
Away, there!—gaze not on us! Do I hold
Thee in my arms! They told me thou wert slain.
Rainier de Chatillon, they said——
Mor. (hurriedly.) Oh, no!
Twas he that sent thee back thy child, my father.
Mel. He! why, his brother Aymer still refused
A monarch’s ransom for thee!