Nourished with milk, ye serpents, nourished with mother’s…

Nourished with milk, ye serpents, nourished with mother’s tears and cares! Look at my eyes, blind as the orbless skull among the stones; Look at my bald head. Hark, listen, ye serpents, listen!... What, Myratana! What, my wife! O soul! O spirit! O fire! What, Myratana, art thou dead? Look here, ye serpents, look! The serpents sprung from her own bowels have drained her dry as this. Curse on your ruthless heads, for I will bury her even here!”

So saying, he began to dig a grave with his aged hands: But Heuxos called a son of Zazel to dig their mother a grave.

“Old cruelty, desist, and let us dig a grave for thee. Thou hast refused our charity, thou hast refused our food, Thou hast refused our clothes, our beds, our houses for thy dwelling, Choosing to wander like a son of Zazel in the rocks. Why dost thou curse? Is not the curse now come upon thine head?