CHAPTER LXXXIV.
Chapter whereby one assumeth the form of the Hernshaw.([1])
Thou who holdest the bound victims; ye knives over their heads and locks and fleeces;([2]) ye aged and bright ones who are armed with the fated moment.
I come to heaven but I strike upon the earth; and conversely.
It is my power which produceth victory and raiseth the height of heaven, and I make the lustrations which yield the extent of earth to my feet against the sinful cities as I advance and cut in pieces([3]) those who are involved in rebellion.([4])
I leave the gods upon their paths but I strike the Wakers who are in their coffins.
I know not Nu, I know not Tatunen, I know not the Red ones when they bring opposition to me.
I know not a Word of Power to whose utterance I listen.
I am the Red Calf upon the tablets.
This is what the gods say when they raise their voice.