As for his menaces,
they are false, and although thy doom, and that of yon ancient (looking
at Time), are not many pages hence, yet, thou need have no fear of
sinking down to Lucifer, for however glad everybody there would be to
have thee, they never will; for the eternal rocks of steel and adamant,
which roof Hell, are somewhat too firm to be shattered." Whereupon
Death, in great agitation, called for someone to indite thus his reply:-
"DEATH, King of Terrors, Conqueror of Conquerors, To our most revered
kinsman and neighbour, Lucifer, Monarch of the Endless Night, and Emperor
of the Sheer Vortex, Salutation:
"After giving earnest thought to this your royal wish, it seemeth to us
more advantageous, not only to our state, but also to your vast realm,
that these prisoners be sent to the furthest point possible from the
portals of the impervious wall, left their putrid odour should so terrify
the entire City pf Destruction that no one would ever enter Eternity from
that side of the gulf, and I, in consequence, would be unable to cool my
sting, and you should have no commerce betwixt earth and hell.
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