'T is not a sight for you to look upon?
A moment's work—but such work! Till you go,
I must be idle—idle, I risk all! [Pointing to her hair.
Those locks are well, and you are beauteous thus,
But with the dagger 't is, I have to do!
An. With mine!
Dja. Blood—Anael?
An. Djabal, 't is thy deed!
It must be! I had hoped to claim it mine—
Be worthy thee—but I must needs confess