Is nothing of great moment, Seanchan.
How does so light a thing touch poetry?
[Seanchan is now sitting up. He still looks dreamily in front of him.
SEANCHAN.
At Candlemas you called this poetry
One of the fragile, mighty things of God,
That die at an insult.
OLDEST PUPIL.
[To other PUPILS.]
Give me some true answer,
For on that day we spoke about the Court,