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Man, you lie! Where is he?

Fled!

Vanished like a shadow

Fled!

His guards protest that he disappeared almost under their very eyes.

His horse, too, is gone from its pen; the Persian must have fled over the plains.

Quench the fire, Nevita!

Impossible, my Emperor!

Put it out, I say. It shall be possible!

Nothing could be more impossible. All the cables are cut; the rest of the ships are all drifting down upon the burning wrecks.

[Coming from among the tents.] Curses upon my countrymen! Oh sire, how could you give ear to that deceiver?