Zaya. I was watching the flight of a crane with hanging feet, that melted away in the distant blue of heaven.... Do not hope to be chosen by the gods, Hanou.
Hanou. Wherefore should I not be chosen?
Zaya. Neither you nor any who are here. The gods never demand the sacrifice two years together from the same village.
Hanou. Never?
Zaya. Rarely.
Hanou. 'Tis a pity. Is it not, Nagaou?
Nagaou. I know not.
Sitsi. Would it not make you proud?
Nagaou. Yes. But it makes me proud, too, to lean on the breast of him whose words still the beating of my heart.
Delethi. To be taken by a god! By the Nile!