Ard. Go, give them all!
Gaina. All, mistress? Not——
Ard. Go, go!
[Exit Gaina. Bertrand enters, left. He is in princely costume]
Ber. Art found, my heaven?
Ard. Thou'st not a fear thy Heaven
Is lost in me?
Ber. A doubt were my soul's shame.
[Points up the heights]
Does not yon giant cross arise to say
Christ reigns on Kidmir? Far as Suli plain
Men see the sun upon its silver sides
And hands upborne in prayer forget the sword
That sleeps unwakened.
Ard. Will it sleep for long?
Ber. Ay, else your father's death were devils' sport,
Not Heaven's will.
Ard. What word to-day from Oswald?