“What has that to do with you?”
“Nothing.... Or—little. Freder is Hel’s son....”
“And mine....”
“Yes....”
“It is he whom I do not wish to lose.”
“Better to sin once more?”
“Yes.”
“And—”
“To suffer. Yes.”
“Very well, friend,” and in the voice was an inaudible laugh of mockery: “May it happen to you according to your creed...!”