For I would not die.

Give me a sign; give me the ancient, sacred sign!" So he spoke, lifting his proud and splendid head and watching the statue with wide, expectant eyes.
"Thou dost not answer," he cried again.

"Wouldst thou desert me, Fate?
Then beware lest I set up some new god against thee and hurl thee from thine immemorial throne.

While I live I still have powers, I who am the last of thy worshippers, since it seems that my daughter turns her back on thee.

I will get me to the sepulchre of the kings and take counsel with the dust of that wizard who first taught me wisdom.