Druses. Stand back, fool! farther! Suddenly
You shall see some huge serpent glide from under
The empty vest, or down will thunder crash!
Back, Khalil!
Kha. I go back? Thus go I back!
[To An.] Unveil! Nay, thou shalt face the Khalif! Thus!
[He tears away Anael's veil; Djabal folds his arms and bows his head; the Druses fall back; Loys springs from the side of Djabal and the Nuncio.
Loys. Then she was true—she only of them all!
True to her eyes—may keep those glorious eyes,
And now be mine, once again mine! Oh, Anael!