I did not hear.
Smerdis
[Louder.]
Still quoting lines upon the innocence
Of lustrous stars, and dawn of dew-washed day.
Ahafid
[Singing.]
Minstrelsy shall be no more,
The poet's tongue is still;
The strings that woke to deeds of yore
No longer feel the thrill.
Smerdis
I'm glad no more we'll feel the thrill
For I, for one have had my fill.
Ahafid