ARFI The abnegation of our wills For theirs, the affirmation of their laws, Which to the god’s “Thou must” answers “I will.”
EGIL And that is freedom?
ARFI That alone is freedom.
EGIL I will be free then, Arfi. Why, ’tis simpler Than playing with these blocks. I will be free! Teach me to pray.
EGIL Teach me, Thordis. [She shakes her head and smiles.] Alas! who will?
ARFI Yourself alone.
EGIL But how? How may I know when I have learned to pray?
ARFI When, in the full sight of your goal of yearning, Your spirit, pausing, cries out to the gods— “This is my heart’s desire—take it—’tis yours!” That instant of renunciation will Be prayer and freedom both and the wolf’s passing-bell. [Enter Wuldor; he goes to Arfi and speaks aside.] Admit him.
WULDOR But—