It’s dusk and the first stars have appeared on the pale sky. A grey fog is blowing in from the east and descends on Bursa like a fine rain of ash. Olga Hatun paces the length of the vast hall like a tiger. She is glorious in a tight red dress that echoes the carnation designs on the ceramic tiles of the walls. Youthful and comely, her vitality is boundless. The pearls on her graceful neck sparkle as they reflect the flickers of light from the golden chandeliers. She is impatient for the homecoming of her Sultan.
Olga is the daughter of a Bulgarian nobleman. She is only seventeen, but she has been wedded to Sultan Bayezid, known as Thunderbolt,for more than a year. They are devotedly in love with each other, but Bayezid, has been waging war for many months. He hurries to his beloved Olga upon his return to Bursa. She is overcome with emotion. She murmurs in her charming accent: “ My Sultan, my husband, being far from you was unbearable! My Lord, I have no life when you’re not by my side. My love for you is like an ilness that only you can cure.”
Bayezid embraces her with urgency. He too has been ill with longing for his Olga : “ You are the light of my eyes and the flower of my life! I have suffered through this overlong sunset to be with you in the moonlight. A raging fire has been scorching my heart, a flame so mighty that not all the rivers of this world could put it out!”
The fog has encircled the palace and made it invisible. The lovers are all alone with each other under a full moon they cannot see. Finally their night can begin.