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Rh Unfaltering, unflinching pass beyond The veil'd prophetic portal, whence the voice Of very Truth shall breathe to us by you.

(Folding her hands on her breast):

Behold I am the handmaid of the God, So may I echo His Divine decree Unfaltering, unflinching.

Fortunate And happy-omen'd may His answer be

This way.

(Pointing to the Image of Artemis):

No, this way, you reclaim a grace,