_CURTAIN._




ACT III

TIME: _A month later: dawn_

SCENE I

_NAAMAN'S tent, on high ground among the mountains near Samaria: the
city below. In the distance, a wide and splendid landscape.
SABALLIDIN and soldiers on guard below the tent. Enter RUAHMAH in
hunter's dress, with a lyre slung from her shoulder._

RUAHMAH:
Peace and good health to you, Saballidin.
Good morrow to you all. How fares my lord?

SABALLIDIN:
The curtains of his tent are folded still:
They have not moved since we returned, last night,
And told him what befell us in the city.

RUAHMAH:
Told him! Why did you make report to him.
And not to me? Am I not captain here,
Intrusted by the King's command with care