Farez. If Your Grace will follow me—But she is not far—There she is!
Enrique. The Moorish woman?
Farez. It is she herself—I see her coming up the slope.
Enrique. (To Farez) You may return home. (To Ramiro and Arias) You, here, step to one side and keep quiet. And observe her practicing her black art.
Farez disappears at right, Enrique and Arias going to the left, where, screened by rocks and bushes from Zoraya’s view, they watch her. Zoraya appears near the gap, coming slowly up the path into the clear moonlight as she reaches the summit. She carries a silver sickle in her hand; on her arm a sheaf of wild flowers. She descends the pathway slowly, gathering flowers as she passes.
Enrique. (To Ramiro behind him) That is a strange task!
Arias. (Behind Enrique and Ramiro, rising to see) See, my lord, in her hand?
Enrique. (In a low voice) That silver sickle?
Arias. Which shines like the crescent moon.
Ramiro. The crescent of Mohammed—the moon is a Saracen and a sorceress!