For these worshippers of thine who have fallen, thou shalt have others, yes, all those who dwell in the new world that is to be.

My daughter and the man whom she has chosen to be the father of the kings of the earth, and with him his companions, shall be the first of the hundreds of millions that are to follow, for they shall kiss thy feet or perish.

Thou shalt set thy foot upon the necks of all other gods; thou shalt rule and thou alone, and, as of old, Oro be thy minister." Still holding the sword, he flung himself down as though in an ecstasy, and was silent.
"I read the omen otherwise," whispered Yva.

"The worshippers of Fate are overthrown.

His sword of power is fallen, but not into the hands that clasped it, and he totters on his throne.