"A curse upon their heads! I had sympathy and I fell."
"Is Csaki among them?"
"Yes, he pursues me most bitterly."
"And have all your faithful friends left you?"
"The fallen has no faithful friends."
"You could hire mercenaries and begin the fight. You certainly are rich enough for that."
"My wealth has gone!"
"You might get help from a foreign country."
"I have fallen, and know what is before me—I must die! Yet my enemies shall not have the triumph of making my death a festival and of laughing when I am pale with death. I will die alone!"
"I will show you something!" and with these words she drew aside the rug, lifted a trap-door and there was a low room, with thick short columns among which casks were ranged.