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28 At cross-roads, that ye bring this seafarer

To sit upon the hearths of the Holy Ones.

[Exit with bodyguard.]

For him the word is spoken: let him go

Since thou commandest it. But what of me?

What shall I do, and where dost thou assign

For me a place of safety?

Leave thy branches

Where thou art now as a token of distress.

I lay them where thy hand and tongue direct.

Now thou art free to walk about this smooth

And level lawn.

This lawn where all may tread?

And how shall that protect me?

Be content:

'Tis not our purpose to expose thee here

A prey for birds.

For birds? And what of foes

More dangerous than serpents?

Fair and softly!

Thou see'st I speak thee fair.