The Palace. Curt.
"What shall we call this, Litu. The voice of the gods or of man?"
The king's gaze was stern on him. The king was looking from him to the three strangers standing before him. He was irritated but seemed to had laid his hands on the odds and would control it to his own fancy.
"Why summon the gods for help if only to keep standing in their way."
Litu shot at the king and looked away immediately, quite sure what his response had done to the chiefs who obviously were bitter about his advances and words.
"What if we untie them and they kill us all, what happens then?"
The king's irritation had wounded around his tone. He probably had resigned on hiding it. Litu didn't seem to take an offense in it. He said to the king,
"Let it be so. The gods shall have their way."