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