“With which some day you intend to kill Elena?”
“Compose thyself,” answered the divinity. “Thou wilt never cause Elena’s death. Therefore, answer! Dost thou, or dost thou not, wish to be my friend?”
Tito answered with another question.
“Will you give me Elena in exchange?”
“I have told thee, yes.”
“Then here is my hand,” said the boy, offering it to Death. But at that moment a thought more horrible than the first assailed him.
“With these hands that clasp mine you killed my poor mother!”
“’Tis true, thy mother died,” answered Death. “Understand, however, that I did not cause her a single pain. I make no one suffer. He who torments thee to the last, is my rival Life; that Life that so many love.”
For answer the boy threw himself into the arms of Death.
“Come, then,” said the strange being.