Cölestin. And thy oath, Lady?
Queen. My oath?
Cölestin. Didst thou not swear before us all and in the sight of heaven that he who hurled his rival to the earth, not he who lay there shameful in defeat, might dare approach thee as thy lord and king?
Queen. But tell me, my dear friend, did he not conquer?
Cölestin. What madness has so blurred events for thee?
Queen. I know he conquered, for he is here!
Cölestin. Here indeed he is, but with what right?
Queen. The right that raised for him in that dark hour when the cruel wound gaped in his throat, a faithful servant to avenge him; a servant whose brave shout and lifted blade have taught me this one thing: high above the right there stands the sword, and high above the sword stands love!
Cölestin. May this wisdom please the Omnipotent, and may he pity thee, and all of us!
Queen. It was not given to everyone to know it; but it has brought the King to me! Hark, do I hear a horn? How near it sounds! My King is coming! My King is here!