_ELEVENTH SCENE_.
TEJA. _Afterward_ BALTHILDA. (TEJA _left alone, throws himself on his
couch, staring straight before him with a bitter, wearied smile_.
BALTHILDA _enters shyly. In one hand she carries a basket containing
meat, bread, and fruits; in the other, a golden tankard of wine. She
advances a few steps toward the table_.)
Teja (_half rising_).
Who art thou?
Balthilda (_feebly and timidly_).
Knowest thou me not, King?
Teja (_rising from his couch_).
The torches burn dimly.... Thy voice I have heard before!... What wilt
thou of me?
Balthilda.