She pointed to me.
"You know this body of mine is but illusion, do you not? Speak."
"Yes."
"And these at my feet-and all my little ones-are but illusions?"
I said: "I do not know that."
"You know too much-and you know too little. Therefore you must die, my too wise and too foolish
doctor-" The great eyes dwelt upon me with mocking pity, the lovely face became maliciously pitiful.
"And Ricori too must die-because he knows too much. And you others-you too must die. But not at
the hands of my little people. Not here. No! At your home, my good doctor. You shall go there
silently-speaking neither among yourselves nor to any others on your way. And when there you will turn