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By willing.

What shall I will?

What thou must.

It pales; it vanishes![Coming closer.] Speak, speak! What must I will? [Wailing.] Julian! [The circle of light passes away; the table lamps burn as before.

[Looking up.] Gone?

Gone.

Dost thou now see clearly?

Now less than ever. I hang in the void over the yawning deep—midway between light and darkness. [He lies down again.] What is the empire?

There are three empires.

Three?