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ILLANAUN I am not sure whom I anger.
OORANDER It may be they are the gods.
ILLANAUN Where are these men from Marma?
CITIZEN Here are the dromedary men, they are coming now.
ILLANAUN (to Agmar) The holy pilgrims from your shrine are come to
worship you.
AGMAR The men are doubters. How the gods hate the word! Doubt ever
contaminated virtue. Let them be cast into prison and not besmirch
your purity, (rising) Let them not enter here.
ILLANAUN But O most reverened Deity from the mountain, we also doubt,
most reverend Deity.
AGMAR You have chosen. You have chosen. And yet it is not too late.
Repent and cast these men in prison and it may not be too late. The
gods have never wept. And yet when they think upon damnation and the
dooms that are withering a myriad bones, then almost, were they not
divine, they could weep. Be quick. Repent of your doubt.
ILLANAUN Most reverend Deity, it is a mighty doubt.
CITIZENS Nothing has killed him! They are not the gods!
SLAG (to Agmar) You have a plan, my Master. You have a plan?
AGMAR Not yet, Slag. (Enter the dromedary men.)
ILLANAUN (to Oorander) These are the men that went to the shrines at
Marma.
OORANDER (in a loud, clear voice) Were the gods of the mountain seated
still at Marma, or were they not there? (The beggars get up hurriedly
from their thrones.)
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