"If you should be killed, you will let me know at once?"
"Certainly, I will tell you myself," laughed he. "For what is that killing to this going away from you!"
"Oh—it is not so sad as waiting—waiting—waiting—for you to come again! Have I made you happy?"
"As a god," he said.
"Then, if you should not be killed—you will come back to be happy again?"
"Nothing but death shall keep me from you!"
"Swear—by your eyes—by your heart—by your soul—by your mother's, your father's memory!"
All of which he did—still laughing.
"What more, beloved one?"
"Only your own sweet word, my beautiful lord, that you will come back. Say this: 'Beloved who loves me more than the rest in Buddha's bosom, and whom I love as much—' That is true, is it not?"