Is shaken in these seas, and what one does
One moment has no might upon the moment
That follows after.
Dectora.I understand you now.
You have a Druid craft of wicked sound.
Wrung from the cold women of the sea—
A magic that can call a demon up,
Until my body give you kiss for kiss.
Forgael. Your soul shall give the kiss.
Dectora.I am not afraid,