The Chisera
(Looking up the trail.) Ah, Simwa, Simwa, what bond there is between us, when, if I but pronounce thy name in my heart, thy voice answers.
(The love call is repeated far up the cliffs above her hut, and she answers it, singing:)
Over-long are thy feet on the trails,
O Much Desired!!
Dost thou not hear afar what my blood whispers,
Betraying my heart as the whir
Of the night-moth's wings betray the lilies?
(As she sings, Simwa, in full war dress, comes dropping down, hand over hand, from the rocks, until he stands beside her.)
Simwa
Did you not hear me when first I called?
The Chisera
I heard you, Most Desired. When do I not? Even when I sleep, my heart wakes to hear you. The women have been with me.
Simwa