Mieris. Has one of her images been spared then?
Yaouma. It was not an image that I saw. It was Isis herself, the goddess—I have seen her.
Mieris. You—you have seen—what is it? I know not what you say—to see—that word has no clear sense for me.
Yaouma. She has spoken to me—
Mieris. You have heard her voice—
Yaouma. I have heard her voice.
Mieris. How! How!—You were sleeping—'twas in a dream—
Yaouma. I did not sleep. I did not dream. I saw her. I heard her. I was alone, and I wept. A great sound filled me with terror. A great light blinded me. Perfumes unknown ravished my senses. And I beheld the goddess, more beauteous than a queen. Then all was gone—
Mieris. But her voice—
Yaouma. The next day she came again, she spoke to me, she called me by name and said to me: "Egypt will be saved by thee."