A l e x a n d e r t h e G r e a t 59 Alexander: Nearchus! Nearchus! (Nearchus advances to walk next to Alexander while he bows humbly. He says): Nearchus: I am here, my Lord. Alexander: Where is your friend, the astrologer, who predicted my death as I enter Babylon? Here I am at the heart of the city. When we crossed the Tigris River, that astrologer spoke to me privately and begged me not to enter Babylon. When I asked him ‘why?’, he answered there I would meet my destiny. What did he mean by that? What? Nearchus: He had told me the same, my Lord! But I dared not speak to you about that. I proposed to him that he did that himself. The same goes for the priests. They were all warning against going to Bablyon. (At this moment, a murder of crows flies above and their cries are heard): Alexander: What are these cries? Nearchus: These are the caws of crows. (A crow falls dead near the feet of Alexander)
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