Pakh. They exist—and if I die—
Satni. If you die, you will go to Osiris, you will become Osiris.
Pakh. It is not true. 'Tis now you lie—There is no Osiris! There is no Osiris! Nothing! there is nothing—but life. I curse you, you who taught me that [He almost falls from his litter, Satni reverently lifts him up] Ah! accursed! Accursed! I die in hate, in rage, in fear. Bad son! Bad man! I curse you, come near. [Seizing him by the throat] Oh! If I were strong enough!—I would my nails might pierce your throat—Ah! Ah! accursed [He lets him go] All my life lost! All my suffering useless!—Forever—Never! Never! shall I know—Pity! [He holds out his arms to Satni and falls dead].
Satni [horror-stricken] He is dead!—[He lifts him reverently and lays him on the litter] Father! For me, too, at this moment there would have been comfort in a lie—
He weeps, kneeling by the body with his arms stretched over it. Kirjipa appears at the door of the house. She comes near, then standing upright cries out to the four points of the horizon, tearing her hair.
Kirjipa. The master is dead! The master is dead! The master is dead! The master is dead!
The five mourners appear outside, Delethi, Nazit, Hanou, Zaya, and Nagaou.
Kirjipa [with cries that are calls] The master is dead! The master is dead!
Mourners [entering] The master is dead! The master is dead!
Music till the end of the scene.