I shall remain.
(Sobe enters. He bows to Fana.)
Sobe
Ah, Fana, I shall make your stay pleasant.
Fana—
Yes, Master.
(She seats herself behind the candle between Sobe and Maldor.)
Sobe (gently)—
You are very ugly, Fana. You wear a veil because you are ugly.
Fana—