We never meet again. But, ere the Prefect
Arrive ...
(Enter Khalil, breathlessly.)
Kha. He's here! The Prefect! Twenty guards,
No more—no sign he dreams of danger. All
Awaits thee only. Ayoob, Karshook, keep
Their posts—wait but the deed's accomplishment
To join us with thy Druses to a man.
Still holds his course the Nuncio—near and near
The fleet from Candia steering.