Enrique. Bless me! the beautiful! You are very difficult.—But let that pass!—If it were not for some evil work why did you steal Kalem’s body?
Zoraya. The human flesh is not made to feed ravens and wolves.
Enrique. You have buried it?
Zoraya. In a crevice in the rocks—you may assure yourself.
Enrique. A criminal.
Zoraya. To me he was not a criminal, whose only crime was to have loved.
Enrique. A Christian!—in spite of the law which forbids love between your race and mine.
Zoraya. It is love, however, which will reconcile them in the long run.
Enrique. Ah, well! to justify that you shall explain to His Eminence the Cardinal Ximénès.
Zoraya. (Frightened) The Inquisitor!