[Slag resumes his position.
AGMAR (putting away his meat)
We shall soon know now.
[All take up the attitude. Enter One, loquitur.
ONE
Master, I want the god that does not eat.
AGMAR
I am he.
ONE
Master, my child was bitten in the throat by a death-adder at noon. Spare him, master; he still breathes, but slowly.