Upon the holy tree that I’ll not eat
Until the King restore the right of the poets.
O Sun and Moon, and all things that have strength,
Become my strength that I may put a curse
On all things that would have me break this oath.
[Fedelm has sunk down on the ground while he says this, and crouches at his feet.
Fedelm.
Seanchan, do not curse me; from this out
I will obey like any married wife.
Let me but lie before your feet.