Drink, drink deep.

You'll never guess the liquor's bad--till to-morrow--though it be mixed with a husband's poisoned blood," and again Rassen screamed in his unholy mirth.
To all these bitter insults, venomed with the sting of truth, Atene listened without a word.

Then, she turned to us and bowed.
"My guests," she said, "I pray you pardon me for all I cannot help.

You have strayed to a corrupt and evil land, and there stands its crown and flower.

Khan Rassen, your doom is written, and I do not hasten it, because once for a little while we were near to each other, though you have been naught to me for this many a year save a snake that haunts my house.