32 THE FATAL FORCE
Are silent at your blasphemy; my ears
Are strong to hear if there be truth at all
In your mixed murmurs: I command you, speak!
AMENHATEP.
The burden of the madness of the Queen
Lies on the land: the Syrian is near ;
And she, believing that her godhead guards
Her people, sleeps. The altars are thrown down ;
The people murmur. She hath done thee wrong,
But be thou mighty to avenge!
PACHAD.
To-day
I, Horus, am to grow Osiris. Yea,
Strange secret dreams of some mysterious fate
Godlike have come upon me, and the throne
Totters for your disloyalty.
AMENHATEP.
Beware !
How died thy father ?
PACHAD.
That amazing god
Incarnate in him chose a nobler form,
And in my mother’s body sought his home,
Whose double incarnation is divine
Beyond th’ old stories. Yes, I am a god.