The God-Eater

29 I am indifferent to my fate as the stars Are to my curses, were I fool enough To curse. Rupua. Destiny has strange ways. CrriospDA. I care not. Rupua. How long hast thou left home ? CRIOsDA. Seven years. RupHa. Return ! CRIOsDA. How can I? Rupua. Stamp the boat beneath thy feet Down wallowing in the trough ! CRIOSDA. It is done ! [The boat sinks from under Criospa. He would sink did he not grasp the staff extended to him.| Rupua. Now, stand alone ! CRIOSDA, I stand. RupuHa. Then break, O vision Of sea ; awake, O vision of the shrine ! Criospa. All is illusion? RupuHa. All. Murder a mode And love a mode of the unknown that is, That nor thyself nor I can ever see. Yet, so far as may be, awake, O shrine ! [She strikes the sea with her staff; the storm rises; it grows bitter dark; only their shapes are dimly seen against the dark back- ground of cloud. The scene rises.] Rupua. Break, break, O mist of morning!