Sem. (On his bosom, laughing softly) The dove of Gazim,—so they called me then.
But now—(proudly, moving from him) the lioness of Nineveh!
Art. A warrior’s daughter!
Sem. And a warrior’s sister!
O, I have prayed that you might come! The king
Is gracious—loves the brave—
Art. Our father?
Sem. Ah!
Art. He ’s well?
Sem. Is ’t day?
Art. Almost.
Sem. At dawn he meets
The Armenians on the plain.
Art. Then he is well!