Kirjipa [horrified] The messenger of him who kills the gods.
Satni. We do not kill what has no life.
Kirjipa. I would not see him. [She picks up her corn].
Satni. Why?
Kirjipa. Brrr!—[To herself] To-morrow I shall burn some sacred herbs here. [She goes out].
The Steward enters.
Steward. Satni, I have been seeking you. Since this morning unhappy things have come to pass—
Satni. Yaouma is not in danger, or Mieris, of Rheou?
Steward. No. All three are safe in the palace.
Satni. Well?