Enrique. By whom?
Ramiro. I do not know. The news was slow in coming and I was ordered to go out during the night and surprise the residents of this vicinity in their beds and bring them to an inquest.
Enrique. And the result?
Arias. Nothing!—They have nothing to say!
The Peasants. (All together) We know nothing, your lordship, nothing! So truly as there is a God, we are innocent. (Arias hushes them with a gesture.)
Enrique. Is there among them a relative or friend of Kalem?
All. Not one, your lordship.
A Peasant. None, my lord!
Enrique. No one who would have a reason for stealing his body?
All. (All at the same time) Not one, my lord!—Far from here!—A dog of a Mussulman!—We are good Christians!