Yaouma. Tell them....
Delethi. 'Tis the same reason that has held you there this many a day.
Yaouma. Yes.
Mouene. She watches for the coming of the galley with twenty oars, bearing the travellers from the North. There is a young priest among them, the potter's son.
Delethi. A young priest, the potter's son, who went away two years ago.
Yaouma. He is my betrothed.
Nahasi. But you know what they say?
Zaya. They say that on the same boat there comes a scribe who preaches of new gods....
Yaouma. I know.
Delethi. Of false gods.