When she bids him fly, he replies by one word, 'Come!' and not till she has promised to guide him to the city gates and to follow him later on his journey will he move a step towards freedom.
And then, when her dear hand is about to open to him the door of his prison, it is too late.

Fernan and his assassins are at hand, the stairs are surrounded, and escape is cut off.

Again, in these last moments, when the locked door still holds between them and the death awaiting them, her mood is one of agonised terror, not for herself, but for him; while he, exalted far above all fear, supports and calms her.
'_Macias_.

Think no more of the world which has destroyed us! We owe it nothing--nothing! Come, the bonds which linked us to it are for ever broken! Death is at the door; _we are already dead_! Come, and make death beautiful: tell me you love, love, love me to the end!' Then, putting her from him, he goes out to meet his enemies.

There is a clamour outside, and he returns wounded to death, pursued by Fernan and his men.