Their present all their future and their past.
What should they know of reason—litters of folk—
New whelped to emptiness?
Gow. Nothing. They bar my path.
Ferdinand. Turn it, then—turn it.
Give them their triumph. They’ll be wiser anon—Some thirty generations hence.
Gow. Amen! I’m no disposed murderer. (To the Mountain Men) Most magnificent Señors! Lords of all Suns, Moons, Firmaments—Sole Architects of Yourselves and this present Universe! Yon Philosopher in the hairy cloak bids me wait only a thousand years, till ye’ve sorted yourselves more to the likeness of mankind.
The Priest of the Mountain Men. There are none beside ourselves to lead the world!
Gow. That is common knowledge. I supplicate you to allow us the head of the Pass, that we may better reach the Queen’s host yonder. Ye will not? Why?
The Priest. Because it is our will. There is none other law for all the earth.