[The King comes slowly down the steps.
King.
[Kneeling down before Seanchan.]
Kneel down, kneel down, he has the greater power.
I give my crown to you.
[All kneel except Seanchan, Fedelm and Pupils. Seanchan rises slowly, supported by one of the Pupils and by Fedelm.
Seanchan.
O crown, O crown,
It is but right if hands that made the crown
In the old time should give it when they will.