Yaouma. Again!—You must think but little of me, to believe I should reveal what you bade me keep secret. [She lays her hands on Satni's cheeks] It was you, was it not?
Satni. No, no, no! a thousand times no!
Yaouma. It was your gods then, your gods whom I know not.
Satni. No.
Yaouma. Who was it then?
Satni. No one.
Yaouma [out of countenance] No one! [A pause] You possess no power that other men have not?
Satni. No.
Yaouma [the same] You seem as one speaking truth.
Satni. I speak the truth.