YORUL [As Egil starts up, bows himself at his feet.] Thy betrayer.

EGIL Oh, art thou a god? And art thou come in answer to my prayer?

YORUL Master—

EGIL I know thy voice.

YORUL [Turning upward his face.] Destroy me.

EGIL [Dreamily.] Yorul! Yorul, my liegeman!

YORUL Once thou named me so; Once and the world was sweet—once and ’twas sweet.

EGIL Why have they sent thee, Yorul?

YORUL Who, my lord?

EGIL Thou art their messenger; be swift; declare Their grace, or doom.—Shall I go free?