“This evening ... surely not ... who says so? Why should I die?... answer me, speak, what horrible jest is this?...”
“You are condemned.”
“By whom?”
“By your destiny.”
“How do you know that?”
“I knew it because I, too, Touni, am involved in your destiny.”
“And my destiny wills that I die?”
“Your destiny demands that you die by my hand upon this seat.”
He seized her by the wrist.
“Demetrios,” she sobbed in her fear, “I will not cry out. I will not call for help. Let me speak.”