Dja. [Aside.] All is lost!
—Or won?
Kha. And I have laid the sacred robe,
The sword, the head-tiar, at the porch—the place
Commanded. Thou wilt hear the Prefect's trumpet.
Dja. Then I keep Anael,—him then, past recall,
I slay—'tis forced on me! As I began
I must conclude—so be it!
Kha. For the rest,
Save Loys, our foe's solitary sword,