All that a priest can promise, all a man
Can give, and all a god bestow, I need:
This may a woman win, and this will I.
[Enter REZON quietly from the shadow of the trees. He stands behind TSARPI and listens, smiling, to her last words. Then he drops his mantle of leopard-skin, and lifts his high-priest's rod of bronze, shaped at one end like a star, at the other like a thunderbolt.]
REZON:
Tsarpi!
TSARPI:
The mistress of the house of Naaman
Salutes the keeper of the House of Rimmon.
[She bows low before him.]