Janees, to-morrow another shall rule in your place.

Amen the Father has decreed your doom." "Aye," echoed Janees heavily, "too late! Mortals cannot fight against the gods that make their sport of them.

Some god commanded that I should love.

Some god commands that I shall die.

So be it, I am glad to die; would that I had not been born to know grief and death.