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[The storm increases momently in violence.
Rupua mutters on. Criospa shows with
a gesture that he knows his words avail
nothing.|
RupHa. Ho! Ho!
Criospa. I wittingly and well resumed the rite
Learnt at thy breast, old wolf !
RupuHa. Ho! Ho!
The might is mine
O’ the rune divine.
Silence, winds !
Peace, ye waves !
The spell binds
Their wrath
In the graves
Below ocean.
Clear the path !
Cease your motion !
Swift, be slow !
Ho! Ho!
[The storm ceases.|
Criospa. Thy words avail then?
RuPHa. Ha! Ha!
They avail.
I avail.
Did Rupha fail,
All would be done.
Death to the sun !