Eznarza: 

You were riding a little wide of the caravan, upon the side of the sunset.  Your camel was swinging on with easy strides.  But you were tired.

King: 

You had come to the well for water.  At first I could see your eyes, then the stars came out, and it grew dark and I only saw your shape, and there was a little light about your hair:  I do not know if it was the light of the stars, I only knew that it shone.

Eznarza: 

And then you spoke to me about the camels.

King: 

Then I heard your voice.  You did not say the things you would say now.

Eznarza: 

Of course I did not.

King: 

You did not say things in the same way even.

Eznarza: 

How the hours come dancing back!

King: 

No, no.  Only their shadows.  We went together then to Holy Mecca.  We dwelt alone in tents in the golden desert.  We heard the wild free day sing sings in his freedom, we heard the beautiful night wind.  Nothing remains of our year but desolate shadows.  Memory whips them and they will not dance.

    [Eznarza does not answer.]

We made our farewells where the desert was.  The city shall not hear them.

    [Eznarza covers her face.  The King rises softly and walks up the
    steps.  Enter L. the Chamberlain and Zabra, only noticing each
    other.]

Chamberlain: 

He will come.  He will come.

Zabra: 

But it is noon now.  Our fatness has left us.  Our enemies mock at us. 
If he do not come God has forgotten us and our friends will pity us!

    [Enter Bel-Narb and Aoob.]

Chamberlain: 

If he is alive he will come.

Zabra: 

I fear that it is past noon.

Chamberlain: 

Then he is dead or robbers have waylaid him.

    [Chamberlain and Zabra put dust upon their heads.]

Bel-Narb:  [To Aoob.]

God is just!

    [To Chamberlain and Zabra.]

I am the King!

[The King’s hand is on the door.  When Bel-Narb says this he goes down the steps again and sits beside the gypsy.  She raises her head from her hands and looks at him fixedly.  He watches Bel-Narb, and the Chamberlain and Zabra.  He partially covers his face Arab fashion.]

Chamberlain: 

Are you indeed the King?

Bel-Narb: 

I am the King.

Chamberlain: 

Your Majesty has altered much since a year ago.

Bel-Narb: 

Men alter in the desert.  And alter much.

Aoob: 

Indeed, your Excellency, he is the King.  When the King went into the desert disguised I fed his camel.  Indeed he is the King.

Zabra: 

He is the King.  I know the King when I see him.

Chamberlain: