MOURNERS [_entering_] The master is dead! The master is dead! _Music till the end of the scene._ KIRJIPA. O my father! MOURNERS [_louder and in a chant_] O my master! O my father! KIRJIPA. O my beloved! MOURNERS. The she-wolf, death; the she-wolf, death; the she-wolf, death, has taken him! _They rush at the body, kissing it with piercing cries. They beat their breasts, uttering long cries, after silent pauses. Kirjipa and another woman dance a hieratic dance, their feet gliding slowly over the ground. They bend to gather handfuls of earth, which they scatter on their heads as they dance. The cries are redoubled._ KIRJIPA [_after bowing before the corpse_] Go in peace towards Abydos! Go in peace towards Osiris! ALL. Towards Abydos! Towards Osiris! To the West, thou who wast the best of men! KIRJIPA. If it please the gods, when the day of eternity comes, we shall see thee, for behold thou goest towards the earth that mixeth men. ALL. Towards Abydos! Towards Osiris! _They make believe to bear away the corpse; ritual movements._ KIRJIPA. O my husband! O my brother! O my beloved! Stay, live in thy place. Pass not away from the earthly spot where thou art! Leave him! Leave him! Wherefore are ye come to take him who abandons me. MOURNERS [_in a fury of despair_] Groans! Groans! Tears! Sobs! Sobs! Make, make lamentation without end, with all the strength that is given you. _The music stops._ KIRJIPA [_to the corpse_] Despair not. Thy son is there! _They point to Satni._ ALL. Despair not. Thy son is there! DELETHI. When I have spoken, and after me Hanou, and after her Nazit, thy son will speak the magic words, whose power shall make thee go even unto Osiris, before the two and forty judges. They shall place thy heart in the balance, and thou shalt say: "I have done wrong to no man, I have done nothing that is abominable in the sight of the gods." SATNI [_to himself_] No, I will not speak the magic words. _The music begins again._ ALL. Despair not! Thy son is there! 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!--