Arab Chief. The sons of Kedar’s tribe have brought to the son
Of the Prophet’s house a prisoner!
Mel. (half drawing his sword.) Chatillon!
That slew my boy! Thanks for the avenger’s hour!
Sadi, their guerdon—give it them—the gold!
And me the vengeance!
(Looking at Rainier, who holds the upper fragment of his sword, and seems lost in thought.)
This is he
That slew my first-born!
Rai. (to himself.) Surely there leap’d up