And led me from the shadow of the tents,
Pointing my way in silence.
Rai. Well, and he—
You thought him one o’ the tribe.
Gas. Ay, till we stood
In the clear moonlight forth;—and then, my lord——
Rai. You dare not say ’twas Aymer?
Gas. Woe and shame!
It was, it was!
Rai. In their vile garb too?