“Water!” he said. He was too dazed to see + 

What hell-wrung face looked down, what shaking hand + 

Poured out the draught. He drank it thirstily + 

And held the glass for more. “Your land⁠ ⁠… your land + 

Of dreams,” he said. “All lies!⁠ ⁠… I understand + 

More than I did. Yes, water. I’ve the thirst + 

Of hell itself. Your magic’s all accursed.” + 