Slave.
Was Gülistane with thee?
Ganem. [Shrugs his shoulders.]
Slave.
But thou wast speaking.
Ganem.
Aye, with my hound.
Slave.
Then she is doubtless here.
[He goes up the stairs. The stage remains
empty awhile, then Shalnassar enters
from the left with three slaves hearing vessels
and ornaments. He has everything set
down by the left wall, where there is
a table with low seats.]
Shalnass.
Put this down here, this here. Now ye may serve.
[He goes to the lowest step of the stairway.]
Ah, convalescents, so they say, should seek
The sun. Well, here I stand,
[Gülistane comes down and he leads her to
the gifts.]