She: Have you then no fears of death?
Myself: I have prayed for it, ere now.
She: And vainly! For God, instead, hath made you very hale and strong.
Myself: Aye, for a purpose.
She: What purpose?
Here, seeing I held my peace, she questioned me again: "Was your purpose the slaying of my father? He is an old man and feeble!"
Myself: He plotted the downfall of our house and slew my father!
She: And so you have prayed for vengeance?
Myself: I have.
She: And God hath denied you this also. Should you die to-night you go to him innocent of your enemy's blood.