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1903 · PDF PAGE 22

The God-Eater

20 Mine is the clang ’ Of the olden door. Half the secret I gave : no more ! Half the secret Hidden I keep. Hide it deep ! That is mine ! I will work. He is nought. The runes divine Awry be wrought. Hail to the murk ! [4 distant whine is heard.] Cover me! Lurk, Rupha, lurk ! "Tis a foe. Ho! Ho! [Clouds have been obscuring the moon; tt is now dark. A fox passes over the stage.] Crafty ! Crafty ! That is the omen. Fear not the foemen ! [She rises up.] Mine is the spoil Of the grimly toil. Gloomy, gloomy ! Ah ! but I laugh.

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1903 · PDF PAGE 21

The God-Eater

…dead. She is God, and I? I am might. I am power. I am light For an hour. I am strong, I grow. Ho! Ho! I taught Criosda The evil runes. _ Mine were the tunes His passion sang.

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1903 · PDF PAGE 28

The God-Eater

…il 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 !

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1903 · PDF PAGE 15

The God-Eater

…p, don’t! [Aside.] I must be man—tut ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, know Those whom we worship as our gods are gods. The power is mine: that art no skill resists. No God dethrones himself ; none can. Will he, nill he, God must be God: it 1s a luckless fate for a girl’s dower, a thankless way for a maiden’s feet. Maurya. Why, then, am I not the Goddess Maurya?

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