[Trumpets sound. They march on, winding through the rocks with military music.
Enter Gaston, an aged vassal of Rainier’s, as an armed follower—Rainier addresses him.
You come at last! And she—where left you her?
The Paynim maid?
Gas. I found her guides, my lord,
Of her own race, and left her on the way
To reach her father’s tents.
Rai. Speak low!—the tale
Must rest with us. It must be thought she died.
I can trust you.