"Your fears, pretty dancer."
"I am not afraid!"
"Very well. Prove it! I have offered to bet you a day out of my life that I'll tell you who you are. Are you afraid to wager a day out of yours that I can't do it?"
She shook her head so that the burnished locks clustered against her cheeks, and all over her slim figure the jingling gold rang melodiously.
"I haven't long to live," she observed. "A day out of life is too much to risk."
"Why don't you think that you have long to live?"
"I haven't. I know it."
"How do you know?"
"I just know.... Besides, I don't wish to live very long."
"You don't wish to live long?"