The God-Eater

22 Maurya. I shall be taken utterly from earth? Criospa. So. Maurya. Yet abide with thee, my priest. CriosDA. Ay! Ay! Maurya. I feel no early prompting thither. CRIOSDA. No. It is sudden. Maurya. What then lacks? CriosDA. A draught : a word. Maurya. Where is the draught ? CriospDa. This incense in my hand. Maurya. What is the word? [Crrospa is silent.| Criosda, answer me. Criospa. To invoke death it were to answer this. Maurya. Ah, then, forbear ! [Crrospa és silent] How shall I know the word? Criospa. Good luck may bring it to the light. Maurya. Il luck ? Criospa. A year’s delay. Maurya. Ah, let me gain one gift Whose sweet reversion hangs above me now : To order luck ! Criospa. Skill orders luck ! Maurya. The draught ! Crrospa. Hither, O Maurya ! Maurya. I will come to thee.