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110 For you can have your way. I that was man, With a man’s heart, am now all king again, Speak to your master; beg your life of him; Show him the halter that is round your necks. If his heart’s set upon it, he may die; But you shall all die with him.

[Goes up steps.

Beg your lives! Begin, for you have little time to lose. Begin it, you that are the oldest pupil.

. Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.

. Silence! you are as crazy as your master. But that young boy, that seems the youngest of you I’d have him speak. Kneel down before him, boy; Hold up your hands to him that you may pluck That milky-coloured neck out of the noose.

. Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.

. Come nearer me that I may know how face Differs from face and touch you with my hands. O more than kin, O more than children could be, For children are but born out of our blood