Illustrious Lady.
Queen:
I will take none of it. Use it how you will.
Priest of Horus:
The gratitude of Horus shall shine on you. My little Ackazárpses, how happy you are in having so royal a mistress.
[His arm is round Ackazárpses' waist: she smiles at him.]
Queen: [rising]
Princes and gentlemen, let us drink to the future.
Priest of Horus: [starting suddenly]
Ah-h-h!