Priest of Horus: [smiling affably]
I too eat of your excellent banquet, O Queen.
[He peels a fruit slowly, glancing constantly at the others. Meanwhile the catches in the Queen's breath grow fewer, she begins to dry her eyes.]
Ackazárpses: [in her ear]
They eat.
[Ackazárpses lifts her head and watches them.]
Queen:
Perhaps the wine is poisoned.
Priest of Horus:
No, no, Illustrious Lady.