Yaouma. You will swear to.
Satni. Yes.
Yaouma. By Ammon?—[Recollecting] By your god?
Satni. My god is not concerned with us.
Yaouma. Who then is concerned with us?
Satni. No one.
Yaouma. You do not want to tell me. You treat me as a child—mocking me.
Satni. Why do you need an oath? I love you, and you shall be my wife.
Yaouma [radiant] I shall be your wife!—I, little Yaouma, I shall be wife to a man whom the heavens obey!—[A pause] When I think that you loosed the thunder for my sake—
Satni. No, vain child, I did not loose the thunder.