Lilia: Water, Noble One?
Baka: No, wine... the wine of beauty.
Lilia: What beauty can my lord find in these mud pits?
Baka: A lotus flower blooms in the Nile's gray mud. Dathan, she will do well as a house slave.
Lilia: Do not take me from my people! There would be danger.
Baka: Danger from such lovely hands?
Lilia: There are other hands strong enough to kill!
Baka: Our mud flower has a thorn.
Lilia: Oh, please, Lord Baka, I beg you!