Fatoum. She consented to come only when I promised not to reveal her name.
Zoraya. Then she may go!
Fatoum. Zoraya, have pity! This child’s father is a hardened Catholic!—If he knew that I had taken his daughter to a Moor’s home, I would be cruelly punished! Out of fondness for me, she keeps it a secret!
Zoraya. She need not know that you have betrayed it.
Fatoum. If you promise me——
Zoraya. Yes, I promise!—Who is she?
Fatoum. Doña Joana, daughter of the Governor of Toledo!
Zoraya. (Quickly rising) That madman who is hunting our refugees in the Sierra and killing them without pity!
Fatoum. Allah, the Most High, rewards the faithful for their sufferings! This child is innocent of her father’s cruelties. She is charitable and good, the same as we ourselves. Moreover, she is very pious. She has been out of the convent only four days and will be married today.
Zoraya. Ah! those bells!