Amazili. Yes.
High-Priestess. Now don’t stir. (She goes to Idali.) Amazili positively asserts that you come from the garden, I can scarcely believe her—tell me the real truth.
Idali. Oh yes, we come from the garden.
High-Priestess. So, so!—Some pretty trick has been playing here, and I must sift out the truth as well as I can. Idali, don’t stir from your corner.—And what is the meaning of all this winking, and nodding, and shaking of the head?—Keep your head still, and your eyes upon the ground. (She goes to Amazili) Have you found Cora?
Amazili. Yes.
High-Priestess. Where did you find her?
Amazili. She had fallen asleep under the large palm-tree that stands before the porch of the temple.
High-Priestess. Remain there, and don’t take your eyes from the ground. (She goes to Idali) Have you found Cora?
Idali. Yes.
High-Priestess. Where did you find her?