"Can a wizard cease from wizardry, or a plotter from his plots?
No, not until the waters run upward and the sun shines at night; not until repentance touches you and your heart is changed, which I should hold as much a marvel.

You were my father's friend and he made you great; yet you could plan with my brother to poison him, your king.

Nay, be silent; I know it, though I have said nothing of it because one that is dear to me has interceded for you.

You were the priest of the false god, and with that god are fallen from your place, yet you have not renounced him.

You sit still in your kraal and pretend to be asleep, but your slumber is that of the serpent which watches his time to strike.