YOUNGEST PUPIL.
Die, Seanchan, and proclaim the right of the poets.
OLDEST PUPIL.
Gather the halters up into your hands
And drive us where you will, for in all things,
But in our Art, we are obedient.
[They hold the ends of the halter towards the KING. The KING comes slowly down steps.
KING.
Kneel down, kneel down; he has the greater power.
There is no power but has its root in his—