"
"Then, Prince, you must carry your yoke until it wears through to the
marrow, which will be when that sepulchre is ready."
"Not so," answered Abi, shivering, "for I have another plan; it is of
it that I am come to speak with you. Friend Kaku, _you_ must kill her.
Listen: you are a master of spells. The magic which prevailed against
the father will overcome the daughter also. You have but to make a waxen
image or two and breathe strength into them, and the thing is done, and
then--think of the reward."
"Indeed I am thinking, most noble Prince," replied the astrologer with
sarcasm. "Shall I tell you of that reward? It would be my death by slow
torture. Moreover, it is impossible, for if you would know the truth,
she cannot be killed."
"What do you mean, Fool?" asked Abi angrily. "Flesh and blood must bow
to death."
A sickly smile spread itself over Kaku's thin face as he answered:
"A saying worthy of your wisdom, Prince. Certainly the experience of
mankind is that flesh and blood must bow to death.
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