King: True, we will defy him.
Politician: He will do nothing.
King: And yet the edict.
Politician: It is of no importance.
King: Hark. I will not disobey the Emperor. Yet will I not permit him to abuse the sanctuary of my Court. We will banish the man who fled from Eng-Bathai. [To his Doom-Bearer.] Hither, the Doom-Bearer; take the black ivory spear, the wand of banishment, that lies on the left of my throne, and point it at the man that shelters in the holy place of my Court. Then show him the privy door behind the horns of the altar, so that he go safely hence and meet not the Emperor's seeker.
[The Doom-Bearer bows and takes the spear on the flat of both his hands. The shaft is all black, but the head is of white ivory. It is blunt and clearly ceremonial. Exit.]
[To Politician.
Thus we shall be safe from the wrath of the Emperor, and the holy place of my Court will not be violate.
Politician: Had your Majesty scorned the Emperor it were better. He is old and durst not take vengeance.
King: I have decided, and the man is banished.