Mieris. You refuse to give yourself in sacrifice!—Oh, you are right....
Yaouma. I do not refuse.
Mieris. You do not?
Yaouma. No. Know you how I learned, a while ago, that you were gone?
Mieris. How?
Yaouma. I, too, was seeking to escape.
Mieris. You?
Yaouma. To go to the temple, to place myself in hands of the priests, to give to Ammon the victim he has chosen.
Mieris. Do you believe in all these fables still?
Yaouma [in a low voice] Mistress, I have seen Isis.