“He will kill me!” she moaned.
“At least he will take you off my hands!”
“Give me my daughter,” she suddenly screamed, grinding her teeth.
“Never! Your doom is upon you at last!”
“Loose my hands for pity’s sake!” she groaned. “I am in torture. The cords are sunk in my flesh.”
“I dare not. Lie down!” I said.
She threw herself on the ground like a log.
The rest of the night passed in peace, and in the morning she again seemed dead.
Before evening we came in sight of the House of Bitterness, and the next moment one of the elephants came alongside of my horse.
“Please, king, you are not going to that place?” whispered the Little One who rode on his neck.