ZORAYA. (Looking into his eyes, trembling) Oh!
ENRIQUE. (Tenderly) All!--And it is for the life of this innocent
girl that I want your own--Zoraya!
ZORAYA. (Moved by his accent) Ah! that word is enough!--This time I
have recognized your voice!--Very well, if the governor promises to
pardon me.
PADILLA. Absolutely!
ZORAYA. On your oath!
[Mutterings from the crowd.]
PADILLA. Before God!
[Louder mutterings.]
ZORAYA. I am ready!
ENRIQUE. Come, then!
[He turns to enter the church. The Inquisitors at the entrance bar his
way.]
CALABAZAS. The sorceress cannot cross the threshold of the church!
PADILLA. Very well!--They can bring my child here!