I couldn’t answer. I was too sorrowful. Suddenly Fiam said:
“Here we must part. Good-bye. Think of me sometimes. I have cared a great deal for you.”
I couldn’t control my tears.
“Fiam,” I protested, “let me carry you a hundred feet further.”
“No, it is useless. We must part now. Put me on the ground.”
“Good-bye.”
I put him on the ground and leaned down to him.
“Fiam,” I whispered, “forgive me if I have tried to hinder you. You are doing well! Go and succeed. Your death is more beautiful than a hundred lives. Some day I shall tell your story.”
“Good-bye.”
“Good-bye.”