Maguelonne (in the darkness): Poor, poor young man!
[Saltabadil returns with the lamp. He sits at the table in silence; his sister watches him.
Maguelonne (fiercely): You must not kill him!
Saltabadil: Twenty golden crowns!
Look, here are ten of them! The rest I get
At midnight. Pest! There is no time to lose.
Quick, sew this sack! My client will return
In a few minutes.
[Terrified by his look, she takes up the sack and begins to mend it. There is again a silence, and in the sinister and momentary radiance of the lightning the figure of Blanche is seen approaching the inn. She is dressed in a man's clothes, and booted and spurred.
Blanche: Terrible work to do! I cannot go.
Father, I cannot! Oh, this horrible dream!
Let me awake from it ere I go mad.
This dream, this horrible dream!
[Seeing the light from the window, she totters up to the hole in the wall and looks in again.
God! it is true!
There they are! There!—the man with murderous looks,
The girl with shameless eyes! Where is the king?
[Her cries are drowned in the thunder.
Maguelonne: Brother!