He goes R. Bitiou approaches the statue timidly, and stops some way off.
Sokiti. There is nothing in sight.
Pakh. No.... [suddenly] You saw the crocodile?
Sokiti. Yes.... There is a woman going to the Nile with her pitcher on her head.
Pakh. That is my wife, that is Kirjipa, that is mine. She seeks with her eyes the boat that bears her son—Satni.
Sokiti. She is going into the stream.
Pakh. How else can she draw clear water?
Sokiti. But at the very spot where the crocodile plunged.
Pakh. What matter? She wears the feather of an ibis ... and I know a magic spell. [He begins to chant] Back, son of Sitou! Dare not! Seize not! Open not thy jaws! Let the water become a sheet of flame before thee! The spell of thirty-seven gods is in thine eye. Thou art bound, thou art bound! Stay, son of Sitou! Ammon, spouse of thy mother, protect her!
Sokiti [without surprise] It is gone.