Alon. Myself had gone
To meet them; but despatches of the king’s
Prevented me. They’re well?
Voices (within). Make way there—way!
Otañ. And lovely as the dawn. And hark! are here
To answer for themselves.
Enter Clara, Eugenia, Mari Nuño, as from travel.
Clara (kneeling). Sir, and my father—by my daily prayers
Heaven, won at last in suffering me to kiss
These honoured hands, leaves me no more to ask,