“See—is my hand firm?”
“Again, thou hast saved my life!”
“That I might take it from thee.”
“Ah, well! Kill me, thou hast the right, perhaps.”
“Kill thee.” And the old lord raised his sword as though a rat were before him.
“Kill, kill. Yet hear a prayer of mine.”
“Prayers are for heaven, not man.”
“’Tis a prayer to man—to thee.”
“Speak on.”
“But once again, but once again, let me see Elvira.”