Pakh. I am.
Steward. And a potter?
Pakh. I am.
Steward. Did you not say you knew how to do what I ask?
Pakh. I did not know that I must lay hands on the Goddess Thoueris.
Steward. Obey.
Pakh [throwing himself on his knees] I pray you! I pray you ... I should never dare. And then ... my son ... my son who is coming back from a long, long journey....
Steward. You shall have twenty blows of the stick for having tired my tongue. If you refuse to obey me you shall have two hundred.
Pakh. I pray you.
Steward. Bid Sokiti help you.