Pakh. I would fain go, master, but I looked upon the Nile a while ago; there is nothing in sight.
Rheou. The galley came last night at dusk, and, by order of the priests, was kept at the bend of the river till now. Go!
Pakh. I thank you, master.
He goes out.
Rheou. Is all made ready for the solemn prayer to Isis? The Sun is nearing the horizon.
Mieris. Yaouma, go and warn them all.
Yaouma [kneeling in supplication] Mistress—
Mieris [laying her hand on Yaouma's head] What is it?
Yaouma. The galley.
Mieris. Well?—Ah, yes! you were betrothed to the potter's son—But to-day you must not go forth. Who shall say you are not she whom the God Ammon will choose?