OGUNLANA: (Troubled) My Lord... you honor us. But our custom is as old as the hills. The vine must climb the tree from the bottom. Ogunshola is the eldest. Until she finds a husband, and then Ogunwemi... my youngest cannot wed.
OGUNSHOLA: (Stepping forward, eyes flashing) Indeed! And I have not yet found a man worthy of my shadow. This Lord is handsome, but perhaps he should try to woo a woman who knows what gold is, rather than a girl who only knows coal.
AJAKA: (Turning to Ogunshola, his eyes glowing slightly) Your pride is a tall tree, daughter of iron. Take care tall trees are the first to be struck by lightning.
OGUNWEMI: (Mocking) Is that a threat, stranger? Or just a lack of better pick-up lines?
AJAKA: (To Ogunwumi, softly) I will wait. But the stars do not wait for the clouds to clear forever.
(AJAKA exits. The fire in the forge suddenly dies out, leaving the stage in a chilling darkness.)
OGUNSHOLA: (Breaking the silence) Did you see that? The nerve! Ogunwumi, if you ever speak to that man again, I will make sure Father sends you to the kitchens of the next village over.
OGUNWUMI: (To herself) He didn't speak with his tongue. He spoke with the wind.
BABA JIDE'S VOICE: (From the darkness) The iron is hot! But who will get burned? Ha-ha! Pass the wine!