Priest of Horus:
O no, Illustrious Lady, for we forget the past; your good wine has made us forget the past and its quarrels.
Ackazárpses:
Will you not drink to the present?
Priest of Horus:
Ah, the present! The present that places me by so lovely a lady. I drink to the present.
Queen: [to the others]
And we, we will drink to the future, and to forgetting—to the forgetting of our enemies.
[All drink; good temper comes on all. The banquet begins "to
go well.">[
Queen: