All prostrate themselves save the singers and the dancers.
Rheou. We beseech thee, Ammon! Deign to make known the virgin who will be offered to the Nile. Ammon, deign to make her known!
All [murmuring] Deign to make her known.
The music stops. A long pause in silence. Then far off a trumpet call.
Rheou. Rise! The God has made his choice.
All rise, and begin chattering and laughing gaily.
Rheou [to Satni] You, alone, did not pray, and stood the while. Wherefore?
Satni. I have come from a land where I learned wisdom.
Rheou. You!—You who were to be priest of Ammon!
Satni. I shall never be priest of Ammon.