“I cannot believe, father, that there is anything mightier than you! I have cursed your overwhelming might—your overwhelming might which has filled me with horror, from the bottom of my heart. Now I run to you and ask you on my knees: Why do you allow Death to lay hands on the city which is yours—?”
“Because Death has come upon the city by my will.”
“By your will—?”
“Yes.”
“The city is to perish—?”
“Don’t you know why, Freder?”
There was no answer.
“The city is to go to ruin that you may build it up again....”
“—I—?”
“You.”