Hanou. Despair not, thy son is there. When I have spoken and after me Nazit, thy son will say the magic prayers whose power shall bring thee even unto Osiris, and thou shalt say: "I have starved none, I have made none weep, I have not killed, I have not robbed the goods of the temples."
Satni [to himself] No, I will say no useless words.
All. Despair not! Thy son is there!
Nazit. Despair not! Thy son is there! When I have spoken he will say the sacred words whose power shall bring thee even unto Osiris and thou shalt say: "I did not filch the fillets from the mummies, I did not use false weights, I did not snare the sacred birds. I am pure—"
All. I am pure! I am pure!—
Kirjipa [continuing] Give to me what is my due, to me who am pure. Give me all that heaven gives, all that the earth brings forth, all that the Nile bears down from its mysterious springs. Despair not! Thy son is there! Thy son will say the sacred words!
A pause. All look at Satni.
Satni. No, I will not say words that are lies!
General consternation. Kirjipa comes to him and lays her hands on his shoulders.
Kirjipa. Speak the sacred words!